break this bread like you broke his body and raise a glass above your eye level. boast in the moments that leave a stable memory to scare away the remains of the devil. let that alcohol burn out the demons in your mouth
leaving them with doubt. just don't choke on communion or those emotions. swallow down a staining memory before it's washed out. my guilty conscience was a chaser for every broken rib
my need to feel clean just so i can copy and paste the same burden. rinsing cuts with alcoholic remedies to bury the pharisees
chasing my apathy with a need for attention. a retention of amens to cover the blood drips and bloodshed of broken men
it just shows my selfishness. offer it to the serpents that listen to the end of this. always hide who you want to be until it's gone
rather than the blood sacrifice that i can make a better decision. a guilty conscience is better than no consideration i guess
but the rest is placed in a test of time versus how much i care about my own mess. when i can't see the beauty in her scars but only the body in her dress
i had so many words to say but now they're just stuck in my head. i trusted your love and listened to every word that you said
i had so many words to say but now they're just stuck in my head. i trusted your love and listened to every word that you said
i had so many words to say but now they're just stuck in my head. i trusted your love and listened to every word that you said
i had so many words to say but now they're just stuck in my head. now this wine is a bitter sting rather than something sweet