Still It Sells Lyrics - Coalesce

Nothing ever came so easy 

As the manipulation of her word 

Cold and humiliated 

I tried to portray this mess 

I should fear it, I should give it all 

To them and be done with it 

I fear he maybe found a use 

A meaning or comprehension 

Some sort of new birth or late coming death 

Whos eyes will govern this judgment? 

Its just not my place to judge 

Who tried or to condemn who cried 

I want to be her, I want all of the answers 

A crusty and scratchy mess shielded only by burlap 

And the satisfaction of knowing 

But I know nothing, I am the impostor 

The fake bastard holding on to dreams 

I want all the answers 

I wont wince at each necks snap 

Nor help at the hint of hope 

Ill just lie here wet and willing to provoke you 

Still no closure 

Cold is so damn trite and evil was never glamorous 

Still it sells so fucking buy it as politics mean nothing now 

As its already in their heads 

In their hands it resides a mark 

So I leave mine as well to finally be picked apart 

Dissected and forgotten 

Ignored at best but its still a mark 

She gave me rope and I climb