Being Able to Feel Nothing - Oathbreaker

My blood, my flesh, my veins

Play with me, play with me

My bones, my beast

Play with me, play with me

There’s a starving beast inside my chest

Playing with me until he’s bored

Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh

Crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife

Placed on the bedside table

Its blade reflects my determined face

To plant it in my chest

And carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, hollow me out, I want to feel empty

Where I could see my master’s thorns

I’d start peeling the skin off his cheeks

And scratch his eyes until he could no longer see

The blood dripping on the white sheets of my bed

The stains I will never manage to remove

The stains I will never…

The stains I will never manage to remove

The stains I will never…

My blood, my flesh, my veins

Play with me, play with me

My bones, my beast

Play with me, play with me

Dripping all over the floor

I would drag myself outside

As I open the front door

The sun captures my weary face

The weight comes off when I let go

It’s so strange, being able to feel nothing

Being able to feel nothing

Being able to feel nothing

Being able to feel nothing

Being able to feel nothing

Being able to feel nothing