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lyrics
Suffer Safely
Acknowledge that we
Compensating
For whats lacking
Final hour
Finally over
Don’t look back
Or you’ll chip a shoulder
Our abuse seems somewhat useful
I could have another spoonful
Breath it in and singe the lungs
Theres something wrong
With what I have become
Is there something wrong
With what I have become?
Theres something wrong with what I have become... Is there?
Oh well...
My wealth...
Poor health...
I’m... Well...
See that gun
They miss him much
He was always 2nd best
Doesn’t mean that he’s the one
Just means she’s the one whose left
Fall to pieces
Come to sorts
Commemorate these ashes lord
Breath them in and singe your lungs
Theres something wrong
With what I have become
Is there something wrong
With what I have become?
Theres something wrong with what I have become... Is there?
Oh well...
My wealth...
Poor health...
I’m... Well...
Oh fruit, of thy womb
Fabric of our wounds
Sacred meat, sacrificed to feed
An emptiness in you
Promise me
Never waste away
You know a promise made
that never wastes away?
It’s all so promising
But still it’ll fade from grace
With every day thats paid to waste
Securely fearing
Accomplish nothing
Moments lost
On endless judging
Seek to see
What can’t be sought
And live with death
Inside your rut
These beliefs have come against me
I guess that I’ll defend my own creed
Breath it in and singe the lungs
Theres something wrong
With what I have become
Is there something wrong
With what I have become?
Theres something wrong with what I have become... Is there?
Oh well...
My wealth...
Poor health...
I’m... Well...
Dressed like a man
To switch up the plan
And walked into the market place
The bombs went off
But she did it for God
I guess that makes it all ok?
When they're gone, they'll laugh about it
And when she’s them
She’ll feel their pain
Still breathing in
What has singed the lungs
And theres something wrong
With what I have become
Is there something wrong
With what I have become?
Theres something wrong with what I have become... Is there?
Oh well...
My wealth...
Poor health...
I’m... Well...
Oh fruit, of thy womb
Fabric of our wounds
Sacred meat, sacrificed to feed
An emptiness in you
Promise me
Never waste away
You know a promise made
that never wastes away?
It’s all so promising
But still it’ll fade from grace
With every day thats paid to waste
Waste another one waste away
Another day, another day
Waste another one waste away
Annul the pain, annul the pain
Waste another one waste away
Another day, another day
Waste another one waste away
Annul the pain, annul the pain