Unravel Lyrics - 'til It Kills - Tilt

Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I = 

have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't = 

reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and = 

a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through = 

our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much = 

lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of = 

squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting = 

darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her = 

shitty dreams, now she's become just one more helpless package of doom. = 

The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like = 

he's headed home to murder his wife, well it's a proven fact they don't = 

respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little = 

girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there's no = 

device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the = 

loose ends. 

Submitted by: Mel