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?