Bezhumous -

If you have to

Make it better

Grind your teeth

Unload your finger

To raise your issue

the bodies unseen

Nothing touches you

Like you need it to

The more you burn the less I want to know

In your head

We’re all to blame

You feed the clouds

All mired in grey

Strained tongues

Silent prayers come

Whipping down to pull you to the breast

Nothing touches you

Like you need it to

The more you burn the less I want to know

Lost my sympathy

For this moment never drifted into the stillness that enveloped you

Focus on the very centre Unravel ages to remember Remember