No More Hills To Die On Lyrics

Prostrate for god we don't find out

Omitting phrases from your mouth

So you say

I'll be the one to come and save

We're dancing on your little grave

It's your grave

It's getting hard for her

To trust the meaning of their words

So she says

I'll go to hell to make you pay

You're getting on my broken nerves

I've been bursting through the seams for way too long

Algorithms and The System got 'em singing sad songs

Cortisol and adrenaline in my veins

Look internal at their eyes

You'll see their pain

It's my pain

It's getting hard for her

To trust the meaning on their words

So she says

I'll go to hell to make you pay

You're getting on my fucking nerves

I'm tired

So tired

Of burning pages on streets

It's got me turning in my sleep

No thoughts

No places

I'm looking at their faces

Crying from pictures on their screens

Grasping for any kind of

Pieces breaking down this evening

I think I fell down

No more hills to die on anymore