Dead On The Vine

I have to endure assaults on my mind Or wither away and then die on the vine I used to be pure, I used to be kind But now all I feel is a hatred inside I liked it before, I hate it this time I felt like a worm on the end of the line This moment is fitting, so goddamn divine And now I'm a broken vessel So who gets to shake me now? Oh, who gets to cut me down? Oh, who gets to break me Then pillage and rape me Then leave me alive somehow? Oh No, I don't deserve the things that feel good And I don't behave in the way that I should These lessons we learned and kept from childhood Emotionally stunted, I fell where I stood I tried it before and failed it this time I felt like a coward that's missing a spine This moment is fleeting, no love for myself And I'm the unspoken asshole So who gets to shake me now? Oh, who gets to cut me down? Oh, who gets to break me Then pillage and rape me Then leave me alive somehow? Oh Who gets to shake me now? Oh, who gets to cut me down? Oh, who gets to break me Then pillage and rape me Then leave me alive somehow? Who gets to shake me now? Oh, who gets to cut me down? Oh, who gets to break me Then pillage and rape me Then leave me alive somehow? So who gets to shake me now? (Why would you keep me down?) Oh, who gets to cut me down? (Why would you keep me down?) Oh, who gets to break me Then pillage and rape me Then leave me alive somehow? (Why would you keep me) Down Down