With Broken Bones

Your making me walk on broken bones, I’m breathing through punctured lungs put me to the tight rope time to cross, off you go, this is the grunge, of my life, will it pay off? Take out rent on my heart and hide yourself up in the rafters start the decay then depart. I can taste bitterness on my tongue feel it rot within my teeth you’re making me kiss with bloody lips, the ghosts are waiting just beneath. Your making me walk on broken bones, I’m living like a ghost dies, Put me up to the pulpit, I will recite the preacher’s lies.