Sacrament - Trenches

Sitting in front of the whole assembly

I grow tired and sick

As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh

I have lied again

The lost abandoned

I know, I know, the pain can make you patiently shut down

Sitting in front of the whole assembly

I grow tired and sick

As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh

I have lied again

I wait for you to run

The sinking feeling must be severed