Anoxia - Chastity

Bury me between the guilty and filthy

Then hang me from the tallest tree in Whitby

Burn me first thing the next morning

Keep, keep your shitty conspiracy theory

Shitty conspiracy theory

On being free

Dizzy, weakening

Sinking until I’m nothing

Make me feel like I’m in need

Then take me, mistake me for a body

Anxiety

It’s not the city, it’s the pageantry

Keep, keep your shitty conspiracy theory

Shitty conspiracy theory

On being free

Dizzy, weakening

Sinking until I’m nothing