Turn in My Throat - No Trigger

This is not a voice

It’s a vehicle of starvation

My windpipe rotted through the floor

My face was wearing thin before

It’s hard to tell since nothing ever worked right anyway

It should be pretty clear from everything you hear that

One must need not know how to

Sing to share a point of view

Lucky to just make it through this far alive

There’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this

Wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me

You think it’s inside your skin forever

It’s ironic true catharsis comes with last ditch efforts

A scribbled message on the toilet when the strain overtakes the ambition

It’s probably time to give it away

There’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this

Wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me

These eyes are seeing double

So maybe it’s time to pull over to the side of the road and let it all go

There’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this

Wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me