Something like the cold that bit in

Like its got menthol in it

Just another breath sharpening

Knife I carry out of habit

Bluer than the water

Bluer than me

 

It’ll take me under

Sanctuary

Just another breath sharpening

Knife I carry out of habit

 

Someday Ill find my body

Wandering through the memories

that I love To relive over and over again

 

Choke it back see it spinning

Right in the eye you spit in

Every time that I forget it

There it is strapping me in

 

Sometimes I wonder what im burying

Won’t ask why im meant to carry this

Lookin at the wood splintering

I am just a body thinning

 

choke it bacck wee ti spinning

right in the eye you spit in

sometimes I wonder what im burying

IT'll take me under

I am just a body...

 

 

 

 

 

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