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.
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