the flood Lyrics

When the grub in the mud loses grip

Will it beg to be dug up?

Coreless, they deject

"Let it writhe 'till it's gone," nothing less

Choking up on my tears

It's not very kind here

Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears

Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods

Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,

Have I become a flood?

It's not terrifying if struck by the lightning 'fore you should come to hear it

I'm cowering, yet fearless

Prone to eject, so what should I expect if they follow me back one day?

Who'd know I wasn't here?

For the sake of appeal, cover up any scent that should emit from the kiln

Cut the burden in twine; make a lavender pie

Though may it taste of refinement, you are eating my life

When I don't wanna feel, it make me feel some more

Quiet mind is bloodshot, figures striking horror

Try you may to heal, though should it turn to gore

It's futile to recall of what is all that I deplore

Choking up on my tears

It's not very kind here

Patience wouldn't make it, so I guess I'm living lightyears

Nature couldn't shake the foreign waste and counterweight of tainted goods

Haven wallowed in a rain of thought,

Have I become a flood?

It's raining, it's pouring

Importance is snoring

So write me a story of you, and I

Where this evisceration replies with elation

And guts every morsel of spite

(Why do I try)