Dust is settling on my eyelids as I sleep Tar is sliding down the window through which I see Somehow its blacker than these piano keys I think I've lost the ability to see I'm so cold through all these clothes I'm crushed to a pulp, on this whisky I gulp, pour pills down my throat
Unlock me I mean you no harm Bite the arm that feeds me real food How do you expect me to tell the truth? Trust belongs to you
Far too risky to feed you with bare arms Wait your turn you're greedy I hear you How can I protect myself from you Trust is for fools
Don't disguise yourself I'm easy led Don't pretend you're drunk that whisky's down your dress And I know those pills are aspirin for your head An obvious fact 'cause if they weren't bitch you'd be dead Well I'm sick of this now, you've crossed the line Look at you, you state, wipe the tar of your face and the dust from your eyes
Unlock me I mean you no harm Bite the arm that feeds me real food How do you expect me to tell the truth? Trust belongs to you
Far too risky to feed you with bare arms Wait your turn you're greedy I hear you How can I protect myself from you Trust is for fools
How can you ask me to trust you again? Did I ask you to trust me at all? How can you tell me you don't want me back? I don't want you around me at all
Unlock me I mean you no harm Bite the arm that feeds me real food How do you expect me to tell the truth? Trust belongs to you
Far too risky to feed you with bare arms Wait your turn you're greedy I hear you How can I protect myself from you Trust is for fools
Trust is for fools Trust is for fools Trust is for fools Trust is for fools Trust is for fools Trust is for fools Trust is for fools
Compositores: Georgia Shirley Train (Bitter Ruin), Benjamin James Richards ECAD: Obra #25397811