Bezhumous

If you have to
Make it better
Grind your teeth
Unload your finger
To raise your issue
the bodies unseen
Nothing touches you
Like you need it to
The more you burn the less I want to know
In your head
We’re all to blame
You feed the clouds
All mired in grey
Strained tongues
Silent prayers come
Whipping down to pull you to the breast
Nothing touches you
Like you need it to
The more you burn the less I want to know
Lost my sympathy
For this moment never drifted into the stillness that enveloped you
Focus on the very centre Unravel ages to remember Remember