Crudely arranged in a spot not even Christ can claim
It's been that way for too long to save our hairs from grey
I loved you since you were a child before we both grew our dirty mouths
"So what?" you say. It's not okay - still wearing a blood soaked filthy blouse

"For every God we claimed was good, did you think we'd be left rotting in the woods?"
"You can blame us for the youth we had but god you loved me so goddamn bad"

To my dismay you speak the truth but only when you want me for yourself
It's a bitter fruit, a sympathetic pill, writhing through the salt soaked rings of hell
There are depths that can't be seen: the holy mess when you can't forgive yourself
Egyptian flowers, some ancient war, an angel in your teeth on the ballroom floor

You run out crying towards my car as a gesture for your fear of old age
I follow your indulgent pain, I ask you do you feel so safe?
You say "Fuck your face and fuck your blame! The only thing I claim is your last name!"
I know my fear, I know my place my bank account and my Welsh last name

We are hollow
We are vacant
We are happy with death in mind
We are pregnant
We are shallow
We are fixed on a cruel dark plight
We are fixed on a broken down, some jumbled, unfortunate lie

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Crystallophobia song meanings
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    General Commentit sucks swallowing the truth. I thought the ending of this song was more directed as a strike from one to the other, but I suppose it relates to both parties.
    lannydeeon April 25, 2014   Link

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