Modern Rituals - Passageway

What's the point in keeping a passageway
if everyone fails to use it.
If you insist on keeping that overgrown place,
Then I don't want to see it.
Don't take me in.

Not as old as you might think,
with limbs turning pink
Don't let it in.
Like a coned volcanic tip,
Red hot and fit to flip,
The pain is real and urgent.

Tired and weak, there's swelling in your legs,
You've got yellowing skin,
Spider shaped vessels on your face.
They're not going to find you
unless you're looking.

Cirrhosis of the soul,
Better to toughen up with a scar
than with the tissue.

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

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find