This is all yours if you want it
My sick landscape, dry & fevered
My survival & the hunger
Growing older in a heartbeat
You took us by surprise
Stepped in where no one goes
In forcing open doors
you sacrifice us both
This is all yours if you want it
This is all I ever offered you
Hoping against all sense
(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)
Hoping against myself
(There´s still pride inside our veins)
Underneath our sores & blisters
spines of silver that won´t listen
Your perception isn´t flawless
We´re dying while you watch us moan
Hoping against all sense
(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)
Hoping against myself
(There´s still pride inside our veins)
Biding my time
The perfection has turned sour
in the moment of salvation
Every minute is pure torture
This is mercy, if you want it
Hoping against all sense
(All meaning rots & slithers grey)
Hoping against myself
(We bite the hand that fed us pain)
This is all yours if you want it
This is mercy, if I´ve it
Biding my time
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