Ghostmold - Weeping Wound

Bloody in the bathroom

Foaming at the mouth thinking I’ll give up soon

They want death to bloom

So why would I let it through?

Hopes & dreams invent pain —

Constant space between me and you

Bloody in the bathroom

Wash my face of the lies and deceit —

The hell you all put me through

So, God‚ I’m begging you

When they ask me to explain give me something to say aside from

Fuck you

Part of me would rather take their place

If I always end up feeling the same

If there’s no growth there’s no worth

And I won’t be blamed that you toyed with a fetish like a game

Drag me to the grave

Tell me I’m the same

As sharp is the edge of my ways and the bottle that took my place

Fate

Takes

What would my grandfather

Say

Shame

Is it selfish to want to be okay?

When they don’t want me to be…

Drag me to the grave

No one wants what can’t be saved

Drag me to the grave

I’m fighting the way they make me

Wrong‚ sick‚ crazy

I sit in the dark again and await my friends

The end

They’ll be here soon I can hear them in the distance

With clanking

And a rattle

A bag full of every shape of a bottle

«Purpose» etched on every glass

Born and bred to be mislead

We’re only friends when I’m in a straight jacket

They don’t want me to be free…

Drag me to the grave

No one wants what can’t be saved

Drag me to the grave

I’m fighting the way they make me

Make me

This is my final attempt

To make peace in my head

Embrace every regret…

I hope they hang in there