All the lies we tell ourselves are bandages to mask the bruises on our broken ribs. Everything I’ve seen says that they don’t possess the thread we need to suture up our sins.
Well I’ve got everything I need to know already inside my bones.
It’s more an avalanche than a numerical cascade that’s triggered when they let out all the bodies from your veins and lacerate the chords with which we swore our vows. Well if there’s blood inside my mouth then you can bet I’ll spit it out.
‘Cuz I’ve got everything I need to know already inside my bones. There’s nothing that I need to know that’s not already in my bones.
Now, I can taste the iron on my tongue. It’s not right but it’s alright because I gave you the gun.
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