hawthorne81

Welcome saint horror Just let them take the lead Deprive myself of water Leave me no time to feed Like perfects to the slaughter I wish I'd never dragged my feet A father's blessing to his daughter Hoping she will find some sleep But she won't sleep I'm not important The corpse I carried here is not my own I claim my own lent The flesh I have stretched tightly round my bones I implore them It seems there's no real way to let them know Our needs ignored and I'll waste away to grasp at some control Welcome saint horror Just let them take the lead Deprive myself of water Leave me no time to feed And they won't warn us They won't stop till they've sold us their last rope Rather it wasn't brought up But it's true I'd love to hang on by some hope So thrilling to give up I'd lay here til my fucking ribcage shows But they won't mourn us Can't waste away to grasp at some control And exhaust saint horror Break down on your knees Won't sit by while they hoard us Won't let them do as they please