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?