Sepsis

Faking death Punished and complicit You never meant it, draw the curtains Draw the curtains closed Wiping your eyes as you speak Your tongue is a crutch You've used it too much So bite it off Through pain Lead to waste The course is made Can't be set straight If only I were holy in your eyes Malignant souls hid underneath a guise And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose? But until then all that you will find Is sepsis of the mind You'll always have Sepsis of the mind So I feel pity When I look at you But sorry never did all that it should This reinforced cage Nothing but a choice I made Weeks that I can't recall I'm everything to you yet nothing at all Biting as you crawl How did you get this far? Limbs spreading on the floor Somehow needing more Condemned Your acid is medicine For your petty condition You're fucking sick The heavens made you In a language I can't speak Forty days and forty nights Making Christ weep Your tongue is a crutch You've used it too much So bite it off If only I were holy in your eyes Malignant souls hid underneath a guise And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose? But until then all that you will find Is sepsis of the mind And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose? And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose? And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose? And if I ever let go Will your neurons transpose?