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"Nailwounds"

Eagerly, I wait for the phone, word-of-mouth methadone
You tell me what I want to hear, your voice as close to me as skin
Helping me solder nerves I detached from intentional desensitization
Deliberate paralyzation
Then I split my nerves, like splitting atoms again, thinking it's the end
The last time I'll let go, the last time I'll change my mind
I go back and do it again, condescend, and again, it's the end
The end of my world, psychogenic armageddon, and it's time to unwind
So violent and sublime
Something's telling me this time
I'm not good enough anymore
The different breeds of love we share
Cocktails, mixing liquors,
We're each our own unstable chemical
Intoxicating over-indulgence, my soul still skeletal
Anorexic eyes, eaten alive by metaphoric parasites and flies
You tell me no lies, but do you ever lie to your own brain
Telling yourself I'm something more than just offbeat,
That I'm more complicated than insane
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm so fucking sick
So nigh to terminal, it's close to intimate
But, baby, I'm just cutting corners for a short moment in time
Gatway drugs, compensating for all I'm missing
Forgive this bold request, so should it never become hollow reminiscing
but if I may suggest a different medicine
Would it be attainable, would it be too much to ask
For you to be my Jesus for a night, and take with you to the cross my sin?
I'm not asking to share disease, the last thing I'd want for you is to suffer
But the burden on my shoulders has broken down my spine
I need strength, I need a savior, I need a lover
I'd stitch myself a smile for you, but I'm afraid of needles that aren't hollow
So it's no wonder nails would terrify me and my newly scorched skin
I've seen all your scars, those that seduced me, so has your patience worn too thin?
For me to ask you in
In my heart, I'll even allow you to tell me the difference in right and wrong
I am a sinner, as I've been for so long
Take the nail wounds for me tonight, take away my burden
Fucking tormented within and the screams I made, I know you heard it
Inject adrenaline, be my internal crucifixion
Off the death row compensation, onto a new and beautifully radiant addiction
Break free from my conviction, dependent on only your satisfying infliction
Your nail wounds will be my inspiration, my desired depiction
Bring new meaning to "personal Jesus", and I'll call you "Christ" in bed
We both know had it not been for the psychological nails you've already taken
Long ago, would I be dead
I need you to keep me alive, long enough to feel your unbound touch when we meet in your bedroom
where only we can see and know
Whenever the opportunity comes, I'll return the sacrifice and take it to the cross
So we'll both have the nail wounds to show
Identical scars, all from the consequential love we sow
Let's make every bite worth the venom

Description
"Nailwounds"

Eagerly, I wait for the phone, word-of-mouth methadone
You tell me what I want to hear, your voice as close to me as skin
Helping me solder nerves I detached from intentional desensitization
Deliberate paralyzation
Then I split my nerves, like splitting atoms again, thinking it's the end
The last time I'll let go, the last time I'll change my mind
I go back and do it again, condescend, and again, it's the end
The end of my world, psychogenic armageddon, and it's time to unwind
So violent and sublime
Something's telling me this time
I'm not good enough anymore
The different breeds of love we share
Cocktails, mixing liquors,
We're each our own unstable chemical
Intoxicating over-indulgence, my soul still skeletal
Anorexic eyes, eaten alive by metaphoric parasites and flies
You tell me no lies, but do you ever lie to your own brain
Telling yourself I'm something more than just offbeat,
That I'm more complicated than insane
I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm so fucking sick
So nigh to terminal, it's close to intimate
But, baby, I'm just cutting corners for a short moment in time
Gatway drugs, compensating for all I'm missing
Forgive this bold request, so should it never become hollow reminiscing
but if I may suggest a different medicine
Would it be attainable, would it be too much to ask
For you to be my Jesus for a night, and take with you to the cross my sin?
I'm not asking to share disease, the last thing I'd want for you is to suffer
But the burden on my shoulders has broken down my spine
I need strength, I need a savior, I need a lover
I'd stitch myself a smile for you, but I'm afraid of needles that aren't hollow
So it's no wonder nails would terrify me and my newly scorched skin
I've seen all your scars, those that seduced me, so has your patience worn too thin?
For me to ask you in
In my heart, I'll even allow you to tell me the difference in right and wrong
I am a sinner, as I've been for so long
Take the nail wounds for me tonight, take away my burden
Fucking tormented within and the screams I made, I know you heard it
Inject adrenaline, be my internal crucifixion
Off the death row compensation, onto a new and beautifully radiant addiction
Break free from my conviction, dependent on only your satisfying infliction
Your nail wounds will be my inspiration, my desired depiction
Bring new meaning to "personal Jesus", and I'll call you "Christ" in bed
We both know had it not been for the psychological nails you've already taken
Long ago, would I be dead
I need you to keep me alive, long enough to feel your unbound touch when we meet in your bedroom
where only we can see and know
Whenever the opportunity comes, I'll return the sacrifice and take it to the cross
So we'll both have the nail wounds to show
Identical scars, all from the consequential love we sow
Let's make every bite worth the venom