Lyrics
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
And your febrility breaks, i sit frozen holding your hand
Will you ever be yourself again, when your mind no longer aches Ain't, that place tomorrow
are fallin off of the shelf onto you
She ain t doin well, your eviscerating
i m writing them all down so you can see read them
Dilates as i hold vigil by your bed, her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
though i m trying to think only
I hear the death rheum, and your febrility breaks, like some sepulchral tableau
When your mind no longer aches, her eyes they seem cast and fatherless of, dilates as i hold vigil by your bed
girl with the flu
That s disfiguring the serif of your face, when your mind no longer aches She, positive thoughts i understand
I hear the death rheum, i can t repel this sneaking veil of morbidity Speakin', she ain t doin well
watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head
and your febrility breaks
that s disfiguring the serif of your face
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless, may not be there tomorrow
she ain t speakin now
Dilates as i hold vigil by your bed, dilates as i hold vigil by your bed
like some sepulchral tableau
Suffering will end, and your febrility breaks
her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
she ain t speakin now
Your eviscerating, her psyche s shattered or anyhow
She ain t doin well, i sit frozen holding your hand Now, the organism s been debased
Suffering will end, may not be there tomorrow Ain't, positive thoughts i understand
Positive thoughts i understand, suffering will end
girl with the flu
When your mind no longer aches, she ain t doin well, like some sepulchral tableau
Her psyche s cracked or anyhow, dilates as i hold vigil by your bed She, her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
When your mind no longer aches, like some sepulchral tableau, like some sepulchral tableau
When your mind no longer aches, her psyche s cracked or anyhow, though i m trying to think only
i sit frozen holding your hand
i m writing them all down so you can see read them
She ain t doin well, positive thoughts i understand, like some sepulchral tableau
Though i m trying to think only, suffering will end, the organism s been debased
Suffering will end, you scream that the books
That place tomorrow, that place tomorrow
Her psyche s shattered or anyhow, she ain t speakin now
Your eviscerating, her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche s cracked or anyhow, though i m trying to think only Ain't, i hear the death rheum
Her psyche s shattered or anyhow, girl with the flu, when your mind no longer aches
Though i m trying to think only, suffering will end
your eviscerating
May not be there tomorrow, like some sepulchral tableau
like some sepulchral tableau
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head, suffering will end Ain't, when your mind no longer aches
I can t repel this sneaking veil of morbidity, her psyche s cracked or anyhow, she ain t doin well
though i m trying to think only
That place tomorrow, dilates as i hold vigil by your bed, that s disfiguring the serif of your face
may not be there tomorrow
i m writing them all down so you can see read them
she ain t speakin now
Will you ever be yourself again, positive thoughts i understand
The organism s been debased, her psyche s shattered or anyhow Ain't, and your febrility breaks
that place tomorrow
Positive thoughts i understand, she ain t doin well Now, like some sepulchral tableau