Modern Rituals - Them Days is Gone

I'd be stronger if it were over
An endless repeat, over and over.
I'm harder on me
That's just what I'd say.

Feel the lure from my carcass,
tipped to pour like a jug.
Filled with the unwanted dregs
of the same person,
Always thinking of you.

Inevitability handed down like scorn
and the circular frames chastising you.
Will that help you?
Will that bring your body to you?

Weakness in their death stare,
Unafraid in their numbers.
They can leave you with nothing.
They can take your whole person.

Feel the lure of my carcass,
Tipped to pour like a jug.
Fill the core with the dregs of
the illusion of you.

Written by:
Robert Hollamby, Thomas Hill, Jake Dore, Harry Fanshawe

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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