My Supernatural (bells Ring Slowly) Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

This wound cannot be patched 

as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black 

Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror 

The heavy-handed swift punishing judge 

whose sentence is lifelong and indifferent 

as puddles of stagnant water 

You cannot stop the bleeding with patches alone, 

as saturation will reject all but infliction 

Reparations all slide off into oblivion 

The hunter and the hunted have become one 

I was borne for self-destruction 

Borne to bleed and freeze 

Tears used to jimmy dried scabs of blood from these sheets 

Pills to control, to redirect, to attempt to unlearn 

Unsatisfied with what this world has had to offer 

Satisfaction when the heart stiffens and succumbs 

to the hunter's hands, gelatinous, sweet and black 

No more pills, no more adjournment 

The higher the walls around 

the more I will jerk them down upon me 

It has become easier to bury the bodies 

than to bury the memories and impulsive thoughts 

that serve only to confuse and burden 

One hand on the shovel, the other around my throat 

Borne to bleed and freeze 

I have broken all the warm hands that heal 

Bones snap and shatter 

Muscle tissue around the eyes stretch 

and quiver like a fish skinned alive 

The only honest satisfaction 

Cold and weak, I hope none remember 

I will be happy to forget