How you do you do it
To yourself and wake up
Each morning?
Throw the weight on me
Go on, I can take it
'Cause I know
It’s you who suffers
So break me down to the flesh
Embrace me, clutch at my chest
How can you speak it?
Your so called code of ethic
To the wind
Your words don't travel far
Fall like ash in winter
As long as
It's you who suffers
So break me down to the flesh
Embrace me, clutch at my chest
So break me down to the flesh
Embrace me, clutch at my chest
You hear the sound of that bell man?
It means I’m through with you
And I ain't coming home with your temper anymore
Your tired eyes in highsight won't
Have me to gaze down upon
I'll be upstairs in the kitchen
Cooking up a spell for you
Mind your tea and queue the lonely dreams
The prison you keep within your reach
Shut down by the gates of your hear
Oh, there's love all around
But you don't see it, do you?
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