I was dead before they ever wove this net
And still I push in spite its tension
Digging deeper into my skin
Maybe, by some chance of fate, manufactured defect
This noose will break
But still we push, with no syncopation
Stepping on each other, bum rush to the slaughter
Muscles burning, acid searing, pedal to the floor, til the cylinders burst
Waves crash on rocky shores
Swirling and swelling and rolling right over me
Undulating, ovulating
Cruel mother spits me out into an unloving world
My lungs fill with water
Face blue as I scream
Pressure pulls me under
Struggle cooks my flesh as I sink
We have fought, fought for flight
The Flesh is corrupt, the end is in sight
Embrace me, ensnare me, and save me from this fate
Skin me and gut me
Skin me, gut me, skin me, gut me
Skin me and gut me, and make me whole again
We have fought for flight
And now we must rest assured
That our hollow carapace
Is the final resting place
For the knife that bores through me is not my fame, not my fortune
It's a constant wave of regret
It's a constant wave of regret singing la la la la la
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I was dead before they ever wove this net
And still I push in spite its tension
Digging deeper into my skin
Maybe, by some chance of fate, manufactured defect
This noose will break
But still we push, with no syncopation
Stepping on each other, bum rush to the slaughter
Muscles burning, acid searing, pedal to the floor, til the cylinders burst
Waves crash on rocky shores
Swirling and swelling and rolling right over me
Undulating, ovulating
Cruel mother spits me out into an unloving world
My lungs fill with water
Face blue as I scream
Pressure pulls me under
Struggle cooks my flesh as I sink
We have fought, fought for flight
The Flesh is corrupt, the end is in sight
Embrace me, ensnare me, and save me from this fate
Skin me and gut me
Skin me, gut me, skin me, gut me
Skin me and gut me, and make me whole again
We have fought for flight
And now we must rest assured
That our hollow carapace
Is the final resting place
For the knife that bores through me is not my fame, not my fortune
It's a constant wave of regret
It's a constant wave of regret singing la la la la la
And still I push in spite its tension
Digging deeper into my skin
Maybe, by some chance of fate, manufactured defect
This noose will break
But still we push, with no syncopation
Stepping on each other, bum rush to the slaughter
Muscles burning, acid searing, pedal to the floor, til the cylinders burst
Waves crash on rocky shores
Swirling and swelling and rolling right over me
Undulating, ovulating
Cruel mother spits me out into an unloving world
My lungs fill with water
Face blue as I scream
Pressure pulls me under
Struggle cooks my flesh as I sink
We have fought, fought for flight
The Flesh is corrupt, the end is in sight
Embrace me, ensnare me, and save me from this fate
Skin me and gut me
Skin me, gut me, skin me, gut me
Skin me and gut me, and make me whole again
We have fought for flight
And now we must rest assured
That our hollow carapace
Is the final resting place
For the knife that bores through me is not my fame, not my fortune
It's a constant wave of regret
It's a constant wave of regret singing la la la la la
Writer: Jillian Keats, Nick Andriuolo
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