"Purer Form of Pain" lyrics
I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most. To be distributed among the parasites. To be exchanged for a purer form of pain. My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs, leading me towards the ceiling of my curse as the earth falls upward from the ground, where I collapse in sunken skies. I am but one man and the sorrow I have salvaged won’t sustain. Murder me in the silence I have lived in. My fingernails won’t hold a torch that mirrors my reflection. No trace of tension could coerce the composition from my skull, like currency reserved for skeletons. I will deny a high regard, sick to my stomach at the distance to the ground. My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs leading you towards the depth of my despair. We collapse inside the walls the close before us. Murder me in the silence I have lived in; a fabrication to appease the ones who suffer. Don’t call me your protector, I couldn’t keep myself from caving in. Don’t call me your protector, a war against myself I’ll never win.