Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
♪
Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia