Have you ever felt like you might be a black hole?
Do you ever miss the light?
Do you miss the sanctity of life?
It's like that feeling when you realize the rope wasn't tied tight enough to break your f*cking neck
And now you're wondering, if you had taken more pills, would you still be in this mess?
A missed opportunity, a reckless mistake
One of life's jokes, but those are just petty things
The gauze that stops the rush of blood, the cloth that stops the flow of pus
A tourniquet of levity, tied tight above the wound where the flesh is turning black
And it smells like shit
They won't save the limb and the weight is setting in
There's nowhere to run and you realize that it's a funny thing
Being trapped, how you suffocate against the glass
It's a funny thing, when everyone is standing around you with axes and saws
Willing and eager to take off the arm
Jorne - Captive Lyrics
Jorne - Captive Lyrics
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Have you ever felt like you might be a black hole?
Do you ever miss the light?
Do you miss the sanctity of life?
It's like that feeling when you realize the rope wasn't tied tight enough to break your f*cking neck
And now you're wondering, if you had taken more pills, would you still be in this mess?
A missed opportunity, a reckless mistake
One of life's jokes, but those are just petty things
The gauze that stops the rush of blood, the cloth that stops the flow of pus
A tourniquet of levity, tied tight above the wound where the flesh is turning black
And it smells like shit
They won't save the limb and the weight is setting in
There's nowhere to run and you realize that it's a funny thing
Being trapped, how you suffocate against the glass
It's a funny thing, when everyone is standing around you with axes and saws
Willing and eager to take off the arm
Do you ever miss the light?
Do you miss the sanctity of life?
It's like that feeling when you realize the rope wasn't tied tight enough to break your f*cking neck
And now you're wondering, if you had taken more pills, would you still be in this mess?
A missed opportunity, a reckless mistake
One of life's jokes, but those are just petty things
The gauze that stops the rush of blood, the cloth that stops the flow of pus
A tourniquet of levity, tied tight above the wound where the flesh is turning black
And it smells like shit
They won't save the limb and the weight is setting in
There's nowhere to run and you realize that it's a funny thing
Being trapped, how you suffocate against the glass
It's a funny thing, when everyone is standing around you with axes and saws
Willing and eager to take off the arm
Writer: Matthew Wojcik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid