Vatican Thirty-one Staples
You watch me stand beside myself
I'm crawling in my old house
Our time has ran its course
Burn your love for me
Bury yourself in the ashes
Bury yourself in what you call tough love
You'll never know all the black I see
You'll never feel the staples of hard luck
Let me show you the side door
Blood on the walls of regression
Let me leave the light on
See my scars, skip a beat for a second
Enter the space where I keep
The spirals of the blade
I'm dying in my old room
I can feel the blood on my face again
Damned is the mind I hold
Damned is the mind I hold
Eyes bled
Twice dead
Each step is another regret
Wishing to fall like orchids onto the floorboard
From the crack of the roof to the hole in my head
Perfectly still for my best is lost
My only instinct is to let you know
The deeper I wish to go
Damned is the mind I hold