Backlash

Throw a suit on,

Waking in the ice,

to waste my breath for bread.

Imma trim the fat

And cut you off

Watch your soul weep and starve.

Tongues that whip like vipers

Poison veiled in lines and lines

Your mind's all cracked and dried (cracked and dried)

False prophets, you're a waking cadaver

Just lying and basking in shades

Basking in shades.

Just colour me a fool, just colour.

(I'm not you)

Just colour me, colour me a fool.

Let the wives weep at the father who suffers.

On silver and copper (silver and copper)

Addiction and lovers he'll loathe them.

Just ****ing starve

A home built on crumbs.

Just ****ing starve

A home built on crumbs.

Just kicked to the ground.

Using stained paper as a gauge.

We're all kicked to the ground from the days we burn.

If it were, if it were the only way to keep warm (to keep warm)

I would stay here forever

So rest, rest on the ashes

The past won't give you anything

So rest, rest on the ashes

The past won't give you anything

The past won't give...