From the recording The Lepers
It’s not getting better, it won’t let me beTorn apart together, take what’s left of meHold on for the comfort that I thought it gaveBleeding for another but you bleed the same
This cutting me, is my releaseAnd out of reach, you won’t see me
Falling, to my knees. I’m Withdrawing, withering. What youWant that I can’t be. I can’tQuiet voices screaming in my head
I cannot forget her purging memoryTelling me “forever” as I watch you leaveHold each other for the comfort that it givesBleeding for each other in our sacrilege
Ready to throw myself, give myself to all of the words you said. I believed you.All of the things I try end up the same. End with me wearing the cost of your game.