Suture Self Lyrics - Singles - The Loved Ones

the head is shot the nerves rubbed raw 

like a tooth sharpening cannibal 

i'd eat the heart that beats in fear 

so it could never keep me here 

i'm working on my satellite 

if you could help me i might find 

a way to make my plea get through 

just beam me back a little proof 

i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired 

and I'm feeling... feeling tired 

i'm scratching at these cataracts 

to try and see what's still intact 

i sold the heart that beats in fear 

the road ahead now is desolately clear 

i wish i may i wish i'd find 

a way to make these scars feel real 

so i could stand and face what's here 

i'm tired of feeling... feeling tired... i'm feeling tired 

mother won't you hear 

my desperate cries? 

i'm calling in... 

mother won't you hear my desperate crying? 

i've been so shut down yeah i'll admit i'm struggling 

mother won't you hear my desperate crying?