Don't know if he included lyrics with the physical album, but this is what I hear on the non-demo version:
I know you must know it now, my organs have stoned
My fingers are numb around your warm, pulsing throat.
And I whisper, “My wife.”
She opens her pale eyes.
She smiled so I smiled and I got what I deserved.
This house was my floured hear, my petals have fallen
Do you love him, tell me now or I’ll show you my scars
And you will bow boldly
And tell me your sorry
But you’re hardly moving, wake up and give me what I know I deserve
The farmer’s wife heard it from the street down below
And later fully recalled each harrowing note
And she would cry, “Holy spirit has cursed me.
And for this my ending, sooner that I deserve."
The children weren’t lucky to have only used ears
As I stood on top of him looking down, I felt the fear in their skin.
They plead, “Father,
Did you kill our leader?
Our rock and great teacher, what did he deserve?”
And I replied, “No, killed my leeches
And the wound that has freed us.
I hope you can see it for what I deserve.”
The judge would ask, “Why, again, was it him and not her?”
The only response I could think was to ‘settle my nerve’
And try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless
Abandoning secrets and trust all the same.
So I deserve what I deserve.
I deserve what I deserve.
Don't know if he included lyrics with the physical album, but this is what I hear on the non-demo version:
I know you must know it now, my organs have stoned My fingers are numb around your warm, pulsing throat. And I whisper, “My wife.” She opens her pale eyes. She smiled so I smiled and I got what I deserved.
This house was my floured hear, my petals have fallen Do you love him, tell me now or I’ll show you my scars And you will bow boldly And tell me your sorry But you’re hardly moving, wake up and give me what I know I deserve
The farmer’s wife heard it from the street down below And later fully recalled each harrowing note And she would cry, “Holy spirit has cursed me. And for this my ending, sooner that I deserve."
The children weren’t lucky to have only used ears As I stood on top of him looking down, I felt the fear in their skin. They plead, “Father, Did you kill our leader? Our rock and great teacher, what did he deserve?” And I replied, “No, killed my leeches And the wound that has freed us. I hope you can see it for what I deserve.”
The judge would ask, “Why, again, was it him and not her?” The only response I could think was to ‘settle my nerve’ And try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless Abandoning secrets and trust all the same. So I deserve what I deserve. I deserve what I deserve.