There's blood staining my tongue
Cause I've been chewing off my lips
Asphyxiating underneath the weight
Of all my anxiousness
I think I got this from my mother
Think she got it from a god
Who thinks it's funny watching people squirm
Inside of their own bodies
A terror takes your fingers
Sending tremors to your toes
A fury in your marrow
Like a ghost rattling your bones
I got this temper from my father
Think he got it from a god
Who likes to see us rage against
The walls of our own bodies
So I keep bruises on my knuckles
From my fights against the wall
You know, I haven't won one yet
But it's cathartic to let go
Throw yourself into a battle that
You know you'll never win
Just for the feeling of a concrete something
To struggle against
So I see corpses in my dreams
'Cause I've been strangling in their sleep
The parts of me inside my head
That I no longer wish to keep
And maybe trembling through the silence
I can find some sort of peace
Work some dirt beneath my nails
Tilling the soil beneath my feet
