Take all the flesh you can from the dispenser
Make waves, when you all you have left has been dying to swerve
away,
Watch me drown, have all the crackers you want
hold me down, have all your doctors check (me out)
I stand by what I said when you were wrong
all your gates and fangs could not scrub out the drought,
in vain, heaven, in vain
Your word holds no weight for me
you're slashing out my gills
Tune out all your eulogies
put me to bed, put me to bed
I can’t shake off this arachnid feeling
your kid’s wrong, when he says you can numb (the pain)
break a leg from the throne you’ve just sat on
prescriptions and barbed-wire can make you safe
in vain, heaven, in vain
Your word holds no weight for me
you're slashing out my gills
Tune out all your eulogies
send me to bed, send me to bed
(take off your earplugs, find the spoor of vipers
break off my iron lung cast, technically spider)
Your warlords and hirelings
are carving up, my face
no gorge can put me to rest
it’s all you get, it’s all you get
severed limbs and still no profit under the sun ( hold still )
punctured lungs and still no profit under the sun ( anvil will fall )
I give in, sharpen your knives on my brain
face the sun, you make this tar pit sound so sane
I hope you know you always had me impaled
underground, you’ve had your ways to make me pay
in vain, heaven, in vain
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