Ataxia - Ritual

I was wrong.

All along.

In every one of these fucking songs.

I guess I confused I with lonely and being alone.

Slithering.

Sultry.

Savour it.

Slithering.

Sultry.

Savour me.

I was wrong.

All along.

That heart-bound tapeworms far from gone.

Sometimes I think that I still taste it on my tongue.

I picked my teeth with your thorn-riddled bones.

See the thing is I dont even care and you got me begging for more

But its always take, take, take this isnt fucking funny anymore.

I’ve managed to perfect patheticalness

With a butchers finess.

I sealed it with a kiss.

Hey, ive run out of things to say.

Take a fucking look at me.

Now my eyes roll back far enough to see whats been left of me.

These claw marks and witcheries leave me revelled in ecstasy.

I was wrong.

All along.

Got me bad feelings my love,

Mouthfuls of blood and stomach knots

But im always your fool, am I not?

Do it again (and piss it away).

We’re convulsing and anxious

But we’ll do it again cause theres never enough flesh

To sink my fangs in.