Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
No Cure
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blaythe Steuer
Songwriter
Duncan Newey
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
Atonement
[Verse 1]
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort, the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
[Bridge]
What the fuck can I do?
[Verse 2]
Chained to the bottom of the lake
Lungs full of water, they ache and ache
Pain in my chest
Fucked as it may seem, don't hold me culpable for the deepest, darkest deeds
Pain in my chest, need to decompress
I accept the sin of the father
No hatred in my heart
And I condemn the progenitor
Tear out the fucking tongue
Tend your own flock, the starving wolf knocks
[Verse 3]
Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins
Amid a bed of death, I witness the vultures closing in
[Bridge]
Blood-soaked redemption
[Verse 4]
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort, the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man cannot atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest, short of breath, it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
[Chorus]
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us, we do it by ourselves
[Outro]
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Don't need your help
Written by: Blaythe Steuer, Duncan Newey
