Black Chyme

We feed our self-destructive feelings

For all the signs

Prove us we should leave hopes

Right where we found them

See the marks on our skin

Will trace the time

We have spent on our knees

Holding our bile

And our head will keep spinning

At least for a while

Until it goes blind

Alright, hold it till it hurts

Man up, hide it until and we watch it come out

Nothing we've swallowed shall be found

Nothing ever before it covers the ground

Alright, hold it, our guts burst

Nothing ever, no single drop of our bile

Shall be found

See the marks on our skin

They will trace the time

We have spent on our knees

Holding our bile

And our head will keep spinning

At least for a while

Until it goes blind

Until it goes blind

Hold it till it hurts

Hold it till it hurts

Nothing we've swallowed shall be found

Nothing we've swallowed shall be found