P.S.

Her heart

Oh, her heart bleeds

Oh, her heart

Oh, her heart bleeds

It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze

At the page, at the page

At the faces of nameless

You're alone again

And this distortion is an apt replacement for

An unquenchable desire for more

More pages strewn across this sickening floor

I can't look at this

I can't look at you

I can't look at me

I can't

If they saw

What those eyes have seen

If they saw

What those eyes have seen

Oh, how her heart it would bleed

If she only knew those abusive roots

And how the children would weep

If they only saw what those eyes have seen

It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay

It always takes us further than we wanted to go, go, go, go, go

But you don't mind

No you don't mind at the time

Begging to be set free

Of what we were meant to be

Begging to be set free

Of what we were meant to be

Innocence

It's inside you and your soul is longing, yearning

Pleading to be set free

Within your eyes

Within my eyes

Within our eyes

There could never be a more complete perversion of what we

Were meant to be

And with all that is in me I hate this

As we're sinking inside this ever-feeding illness

We are all quite silent

Sitting still

Sitting still

Sitting still

Sitting still

Sitting still

Sitting still

Sitting still