Every Pain in Monochrome - Gatherers

You buried your veil and laid in the mire

Glorified in iodine

All the while, half asleep the whole time

Circulation gets cut off from the knots that you tie

You lose count of the days as it kills you from the inside

The colors run and leave your pain exposed

Every layer monochrome, dull in the shine

You feel the weight but can’t atone

Abandon your pride

As if your body belonged to the sea

All the air escapes from your lungs

There is a fever in your blood

Your pockets full of stones, a porcelain touch

You saw this coming, it felt like home

It felt like all of your walls crumbling

There’s a fever in your blood

All of your walls crumbling

All of your walls crumbling

There’s a fever in your blood

There’s a fever in your blood

There’s a fever in your blood

There’s a fever in your blood

There’s a…