This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself till
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor

The inner room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black

I'm thinking!
This is shut
I wanna be killed with the same
Dignity that horses get
When they no longer race

Not at all
Not at all

I'm in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black

Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death

Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death

This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself till
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor

I'm in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
They are
Just ugly memories
And subjects
That are getting old


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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