The Lengths (When Wants Become Needs) - Bastions

I have nourished my demons and this fire

I am lost love, like water filling lungs

Colours on her skin are bruising black and blue

The shoreline grew foul and drowned in the dreams of the young

She is so flawless, her mouth barely moves

There are no words for these truths

If only you knew, the lengths I go to make you mine, by drowning your horsesIn

this dank town, and in my putrid house

These bowels of failure, the worst part of being alone

Wishing for my constant piece of home

Something wicked this way comes of swill and pills and gutter rot

I’m choking on grief, you’re begging for sleep

When men are monsters, they pray for times like these

Tore your name from my veins

I give you one word, forgiveness