LYRICS
SOLUS
Curate my flesh,
It turns to bone.
The things you say
Don’t feel at home.
All this time,
I thought we’ve grown?
Just manufactured
To be alone.
Do you find it hard
Letting go?
Will you maybe cry
When you’re alone?
Who will fill
Your empty home?
Do you find it hard…
Do you find it hard?
I drift in
And out of sleep,
As you caress my mind.
A temple in-
Side my head,
Divinity
Is hard to find.
And we shuffle through
This life of ours,
Like a deck of cards,
With a bullet hole.
The suicide king
Is just a plea,
It’s up my sleeve,
It’s another me.
Do you find it hard
Letting go?
Will you maybe cry
When you’re alone?
Who will fill
Your empty home?
Do you find it hard…
Do you find it hard?
Can’t you see
The things I hide?
We don’t confide,
It just subsides.
Curate my flesh,
It turns to bone.
Manufactured…
To be alone.
It turns to bone.
The things you say
Don’t feel at home.
All this time,
I thought we’ve grown?
Just manufactured
To be alone.
Do you find it hard
Letting go?
Will you maybe cry
When you’re alone?
Who will fill
Your empty home?
Do you find it hard…
Do you find it hard?
I drift in
And out of sleep,
As you caress my mind.
A temple in-
Side my head,
Divinity
Is hard to find.
And we shuffle through
This life of ours,
Like a deck of cards,
With a bullet hole.
The suicide king
Is just a plea,
It’s up my sleeve,
It’s another me.
Do you find it hard
Letting go?
Will you maybe cry
When you’re alone?
Who will fill
Your empty home?
Do you find it hard…
Do you find it hard?
Can’t you see
The things I hide?
We don’t confide,
It just subsides.
Curate my flesh,
It turns to bone.
Manufactured…
To be alone.