There's something in the way you act:
it's a fucking cataphract. I can't
sever the surface.
Dig at the seams, reach underneath.
It's where I try to be;
it's where I'd die to be. Far from
tortured fantasies. Give me memories.

What I want you to see is
me jump the gap and then
fail the leap with
upward stretched hands how can
I ever leave the
idea of us when your
bare apathy grinds my
broken half heart all the more

to a pulp.

There's something in the way I am:
passive only for effect. So you can't
witness the colour
in my choked bloom, retching for you.
Oh how it lacks today;
waned and relapsed to grey. I want
more than fantasies, give me memories.

Tamed fake austerity's like
holding my breath but has
value to me and it's
calling my death to make
haste for the claim but be
slow when it comes. If it's
how it should be then it's
how I want this to be done.

By the skin of my hands and the
bones down my spine, if your
love can't be had I'll set this
whole world on fire. Where's that
nether skin plain I've not
met yet miss tough. Where's your
calm, vivid face smiling
sorry as I self destruct.


Lyrics submitted by tcoomber

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