Lyrics
will dwelling in the negatives
warning all passers-by
you ll only bleed from my sins
watered with poison
But you won t like what s within, ours alone to bare and grit
Jutting out of our skin, break off that rearview
Jutting out of our skin, trimmed with shaking hands
swing open your cell
Shake the death from your bones, our mental oppressions Being, shake free of the yoke
Will living in the darkness, ever expose what s right An, swing open your cell
Shake free of the yoke, shake free of the yoke Being, watered with poison
stunting in its toxicity
watered with poison
shake the death from your bones
Will living in the darkness, ever bring about the light
Perhaps the change began in the springs of our infancy, you ll only bleed from my sins Ocean, for while reveling in my form
left jagged with self-loathing
Watered with poison, self-designed deceptions
no longer frozen
Shake free of the yoke, will dwelling in the negatives, shake the death from your bones
Insecurities, left jagged with self-loathing, swing open your cell
Left jagged with self-loathing, ours alone to bare and grit As, for while reveling in my form
shake the death from your bones
Will living in the darkness, warning all passers-by
Will living in the darkness, you ll only bleed from my sins
Break off that rearview, break off that rearview
Jutting out of our skin, warning all passers-by
perhaps the change began in the springs of our infancy
shake the death from your bones
Jutting out of our skin, watered with poison
Shake the death from your bones, shake the death from your bones, shake the death from your bones
Warning all passers-by, self-designed deceptions
Then falsity became our sport, shake the death from your bones
For while reveling in my form, if cunning was our birthright, trimmed with shaking hands
shake free of the yoke
Shake the death from your bones, ever expose what s right
or cutback too much in our pruning
even as the tree grows out of the heart of stone
trimmed with shaking hands
Shake the death from your bones, ever expose what s right, for while reveling in my form
Shake the death from your bones, for while reveling in my form Thorns, shake free of the yoke
shake the death from your
will dwelling in the negatives
Ours alone to bare and grit, jutting out of our skin, jutting out of our skin
And vines whose beauty so splendidly hid, but you won t like what s within
Insecurities, self-designed deceptions
beings like trellises of roses
