This Body - The Dear Hunter

I’m struggling on strange extremities

To run after a light that keeps on dimming

But these bones will only brittle and decay

While the space between my body and my mind keeps caving

In…(Oh my God)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)

And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah)

I’ve been stirred by something wretched, something weary

But the sentiment is starting to seduce

(Oh my God)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)

And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah)

But I can’t say that I mind my body burning (Yeah)

Cause this body’s not a temple it’s a prison (Yeah)

Somewhere I went wrong and gave into this holy terrible mess in an attempt to

do what I thought was right

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison

Your body’s not a temple, it’s a prison

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison