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obelisk of hands - dreamwell lyrics

you couldn’t stack enough stones
to crush the devil out of me
what’s in a face, what’s in a name?
i smell a body, i crave its heat
broken fingers search the dirt
for willing sh*lls to drift into
wandering eyes, wandering hands
wandering tongue you wish to sever

but atrophy my tongue
and you will atrophy my love
no shortage of reasons
that i should disgust you
disembodied hands, i quiver in their touch
no shortage of reasons
that i should disgust you
let bacchae sing praise to my moral decay

i live among the remnants of a shattered soul
i am еxpected to be fulfillеd
by a piece and not the whole?

can i k!ll this wretched empty
if i let it feed me
to any open mouth?
tell the holy gentry
that they cannot sell me
the weight to sink my heart
i lose my shine when you lift my mask
and see that i am just a tired man
when you feel my tongue grow heavy with silence
and you learn that i am nothing but a bore
when you taste my mouth
that’s so quick to say “love”
but swallows everything it means
when you learn that i’m neurosis
puppeteering a person
it won’t take long to see

there’s no shortage of reasons
that i should disgust you
i need not be led to temptation
for i know where it breeds
it’s born from knowing
that i don’t deserve to be with anyone

- dreamwell lyrics

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