Circle Of Dead Children - My Supernatural (Bells Ring Slowly) Lyrics
This wound cannot be patchedas my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and blackOnly to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirrorThe heavy-handed swift punishing judgewhose sentence is lifelong and indifferentas puddles of stagnant waterYou cannot stop the bleeding with patches alone,as saturation will reject all but inflictionReparations all slide off into oblivionThe hunter and the hunted have become oneI was borne for self-destructionBorne to bleed and freezeTears used to jimmy dried scabs of blood from these sheetsPills to control, to redirect, to attempt to unlearnUnsatisfied with what this world has had to offerSatisfaction when the heart stiffens and succumbsto the hunter's hands, gelatinous, sweet and blackNo more pills, no more adjournmentThe higher the walls aroundthe more I will jerk them down upon meIt has become easier to bury the bodiesthan to bury the memories and impulsive thoughtsthat serve only to confuse and burdenOne hand on the shovel, the other around my throatBorne to bleed and freezeI have broken all the warm hands that healBones snap and shatterMuscle tissue around the eyes stretchand quiver like a fish skinned aliveThe only honest satisfactionCold and weak, I hope none rememberI will be happy to forget
