Buque - Our Lady

I need to know how to balance myself

And this urge to just lie down in this bed

Well I’m stuck in my head

I am led by this obsession with what’s already dead

I am led by this obsession with what’s already dead

I’m moving like a thought through your head

I’m a vessel for my tongue to hurt me

My heart is beating out of my body

Kept this feeling alive

I’m burning out quicker than I had thought

I need a screen to gray my vision

I’m losing sight of what’s really happening

I’m coming for the crown

I’ll take you all down with me

I’ve buried it deep beneath the dirt

Take the nails of of my head

Grasp for the things that I’ve got left

The drive is dead

I’m growing in the thought that I’m hurting

I don’t think there’s a sign of this stopping

I’m a buque

I’m the innards of this movement I’ve been stuck in

Some things were made to break with all my bones

The cutting room is cold, the cutting room is cold