Massalette Songtext
von Gatherers

Wrists bled on linoleum floors
My, how you′ve suffered
A heart you can't situate
I′ll be whoever
However you want me
It's just easy to repent for a pretty face

You're no saving grace
Too bad, I might start to lose faith
Lay me in your shame
Is it so bad?
Something I couldn′t shake

Repent on the blade you divorced on the sink
Left of your rosary
You found a bird, moribund
You took it home in your palms
Tongue and verse, nailed it up
Now you′ve gone and fucking murdered it


Fickle God
You're no saving grace
Too bad, I might start to lose faith
Lay me in your shame
Is it so bad?
Something I couldn′t shake

Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times
Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times
Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times
Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times
Shouldn't be such desperate times
Shouldn′t be such desperate times