Withered Hand Feelings
[Verse 1]
Don't stop, tell me that I earned this one
Cos one is one too many, too many's not enough
I swallowed my pride, I just want the harder stuff
My appetite anaesthetises love
[Verse 2]
Don't start telling me it's all been fun
If I'm getting paid to make you feel like you're the one
Tell me you look for it in every eye, the flaw
Tell me the lies you think I'm looking for
[Chorus]
Do you see me?
Looking through a glass darkly
Angels sing in sympathy
As I try to hold the fears in
[Verse 3]
There'll be hell to pay
Squandering my words to say
I could lose myself today
As I try to kill the feelings
[Verse 4]
If I start answering to a nom de plume
I don't care who's in the room
Disown me
Hear ye, oh fellow f..cked up sons of Abraham
Another wounded child inside a man
Inside a man to be
[Chorus]
Do you see me?
Still dressed up for the liturgy
Asking myself how do we, betray what we believe in?
There's part of me that's propping up the bar you see
Or is the bar propping up me
As I try to kill the feelings?
I try to kill the feelings