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