Silverspine - Madder Mortem

This is all yours if you want it

My sick landscape, dry and fevered

My survival and the hunger

Growing older in a heartbeat

You took us by surprise

Stepped in where no one goes

In forcing open doors

You sacrifice us both

This is all yours if you want it

This is all I ever offered you

Hoping against all sense

(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)

Hoping against myself

(There is still pride inside our veins)

Underneath our sores and blisters

Spines of silver that won’t listen

Your perception is not flawless

We are dying while you watch us moan

Hoping against all sense

(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)

Hoping against myself

(There is still pride inside our veins)

Biding my time

The perfection has turned sour

In the moment of salvation

Every minute is pure torture

This is mercy, if you want it

Hoping against all sense

(All meaning rots and slithers grey)

Hoping against myself

(We bite the hand that fed us pain)

This is all yours if you want it

This is mercy, if I have it

Biding my time