| Lyrics: | get the sinking feeling
you're behind my head again
and the more I weed, the more it
grows
and here I am, hung by my toes
the time spent set in cement
spent wasting my
time
when i could have been pulling it down
it's my release
held down,
entangled
it's a web of my own making
and this desolation's shaking me apart
build it
up, paste it up, stick it up
stuck up. fucked. such a shame
my defences have become my own
restrictions
my love
talk to me
it's a bone orchard
you cast your shadow
on
my heart
it's a bone orchard |
