Last Rites Songtext
von Weatherworn

Drop a bone for my reflection
In this walk amongst the dead
I′ve paid my recollection
To this chemical imbalance
To live, to laugh, to die, to bleed
In automated synchrony
To stand, to crouch, to lay, weak-kneed
A songbird for debauchery

Blessed Mary, won't you take me
Blessed Mary, won′t you take me

The weight of true words
Are so long overdue
The light in this place
Is much dimmer without you
A loneliness rests
In the dead of my chest
But it only shines through
When I've got nothing left to lose


Each lines falls syncopated
Into depths of empty hands
Calm and calculated
I deliver with resistance
To live, to love, to lie, to bleed
Unbridled inconsistency
Lay this mind to rest, at ease
It's golden in a grander scheme

Blessed Mary, won′t you take me
Blessed Mary, won′t you take me

The weight of true words
Are so long overdue
The light in this place
Is much dimmer without you
A loneliness sits
In the wake of cold wrists
And it only breaks through
When I've got nothing left to
It only breaks through
When I′ve got nothing left to lose

Blessed Mary, won't you take me
Blessed Mary, won′t you take me


The weight of true words
Are so long overdue
The light in this place
Is much dimmer without you
A loneliness sits
In the wake of cold wrists
And it only shines through
When I've got nothing left to
It only through
When I′ve got nothing left to
It only breaks through
When I've got nothing left to lose