Songtext:
Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time
I feel so faint as my life spills over you
Backstep over glass as I repent
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me
I'm so sick, so sick of myself
Mother, say you'll pray for me
I'm premature in my decay
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words
I never want to hear
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear
My suffocation, asphyxiation
I've been choking on my own blood
festering through infectious time
I feel so faint as my life spills over you
Backstep over glass as I repent
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me
I'm so sick, so sick of myself
Mother, say you'll pray for me
I'm premature in my decay
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words
I never want to hear
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear
My suffocation, asphyxiation
I've been choking on my own blood








