I occupy these feet with these dead arms and these dead legs
The brambles catch and tighten and they pull me into bed
This is no retaliation, this is the universe
I imagine myself walking here 5 million years before
I’m so intrigued by this one, it’s sharp around the sides
There’s a danger to your loving, and my love’s [bad word] I’ve been out walking with these dead arms and dead legs
And the mysteries of the universe are tightened in my head
The terrain [bad word] unbearable, to steep to stick your heel
I imagine myself here again in 50 million years [bad word] to the left [bad word] to the right
And all my fears [bad word] alive
And what is left?
And who are you in the end?
I demonstrate my actions in the grace of your defeat
And all things that were left unsaid internally repeat
And the pain [bad word] tyrannical, 400 tons of shame
And I walk into a perfect storm again
I take the burden on myself [bad word] to the left [bad word] to the right
And all my fears [bad word] alive
And what is left?
And who are you in the end?
I’ve entertained that feeling, maybe once but never twice
And you feel the world is ending, nothing else can suffice
If it fills that void you bear, if there’s something wasn’t free
How can i begin to blame you, you were the prisoner in me
So I [bad word] to the left [bad word] to the right
And all my fears are so alive
And what is left?
And who are you in the end? [bad word] to the left [bad word] to the right
And all my fears are so alive
And what is left?
And who are we in the end?