The Mara Effect, Pt.3 - Spiritbox

I am a prisoner here

Weave the synthetic when wrapping up my wrists

I don’t truly dream when you’re near

Loosen aesthetics remain asphyxiated on the paint peeling back from the door

Now I can see you for what you are

She drew the shape on the floor

Now I can see the full spectrum

How can I feel existential dread?

It’s my fear

I am eternal

Hurt me with your mouth, make me settle down

Whispering the words on the wind as they blow

Heartbeat in the nest, pressure on my chest

Where did all the signs of the dissonant go?

And when they tell me they pray for me and they lack a certain empathy

The enemy hits me so low

So the circles on the ground make me settle down

Hurt me, give me something from nothing

This is the lie that you come from

Meet me down in the mud

She is the mother and she loves it when we all hurt each other

Proud that her children are weak

I am a language that you have hidden in a syllable

And now you’re refusing to speak

I don’t even cry anymore

I don’t even cry anymore

Hurt me with your mouth, make me settle down

Whispering the words on the wind as they blow

Heartbeat in the nest, pressure on my chest

Where did all the signs of the dissonant go?

And when they tell me they pray for me and they lack a certain empathy

The enemy hits me so low

So the circles on the ground make me settle down

Hurt me, give me something from nothing

This is the lie that you come from

My skin crawls, my chest heaves

Punish me

My skin crawls, my chest heaves

Punish me

My skin crawls, my chest heaves

Punish me

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara (Mara)

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara (Mara)

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara

It’s the effect of the Mara (Mara)