Prosthesis Songtext
von shotwithagun

Flame flickers on
Young soul hardly lingers
Pulse slows
Giving hope for nothing
Who would call this life
I reach out to touch
Touch the rot
Her pedals curl round my hand
Her stem stabs at itself
Abyss engulfs what′s left

No, hair turns thin
Her wrists hang limp
Open wounds no longer bleed
Her broken seeds will roam the earth
They'll numb the pain
But it will still hurt


Pages torn but the pen never lifted off
Slow burns still lead to ash
So let the flatline sing me to sleep
It is inevitable
Still wish I had the chance
To know you

She′s bound
Paralyzed
I'm bound
Paralyzed

The fire of grief still burns hot
If I don't move on I′ll lose pieces of myself
Grasping for memories, look at you
But I still cower in the fear of your fall

This darkness, it doesn′t leave
So stay away for soon I'll be consumed
Be wary
Never setting a score
Waiting to engulf when graced by the light
Am I saved
No it drags me back in
So I reach for the knife and press it to my skin
The blood pools on to the ground
As death has become my blade once again