A Crooked MelodyI’ve been lost alone inside my mind,
Where the devil on my shoulder’s crying wolf tonight.
I’ve started thinking that he’s right.
“How could the sum of someone’s life
Be them believing their own lies?”
But I know
A self-serving lullaby
AfterlifeI’ll pull those arrows from out of your back
One at a time
I know this bridge we built won’t last
But it’ll hold for at least a while
And when the life leaves your bones
Your soul will follow me wherever I go
It’s in the way I feel your fire
Beyond BeliefI said it would never happen again…
But you held me up,
Like a stone in the palm of your hand.
What if hell is cold, and heaven’s closed?
(God only knows. God only knows.)
Is the fear of hurting you worth the burden of living my life alone?
Dream of MeIf sleep's the cousin of death
Relieve me of all of my stress
I've been waiting for you to put me to rest
Two for joy, one for sorrow
She said "I loved you yesterday, but I can't love you tomorrow"
The gentle hands of time tie your hands to mine
False DawnSo, it’s four in
The morning
And I’m mourning
All the versions
Of my person
I could have been.
GravityI look to you
Like a moth to candlelight
You’re all that occupies my mind
I’ll find you soon
Somewhere at the bottom
I have nowhere left to crawl
Head Prison BluesHeart in hand,
Here I am.
Without Wax.
I’m letting my guard down
I’m desperate to see
A new reflection of me.
You’ve watched me love
Honey MoonMiles high
In the sky.
So why do I
Feel low tonight?
I orbit out
Of control,
All alone.
In CirclesCrushed like a bug
Under
The weight of listlessness
Maybe I could have
Learned how to fly
But my wings never sprouted
ScissorsHope died in front of us
Capsized and rudderless
I gave up on myself
And, in the rubble, I
Saw myself in a different light.
It changed everything.
Sever the parts of my soul I’ve infected with poisonous cells
The Angel In The MarblePost-sacrifice, I am stemming the blood flow.
Hammer in hand; desperate to grow.
In order to evolve, I made a chopping block a home and I
gouged away at myself until I hit a bone.
I’m chiselling until there’s nothing left.
Nobody could hurt me the way that I’ve hurt myself.
I’m breaking myself down to dust again.