NORMA JEAN - Surrender Your Sons lyrics

rate me

Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire, so I place these scales over my eyes

Don't touch me, I'm sick, you whisper, but I hear only what I choose

Hello my good old friend, your hand pulls me back from that

mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there

Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone

You know that feeling of fear and desperation in the pit

of your stomach making you nauseous

Excitement, apprehension, you wish you could lose it all

When your head spins and your stomach swells

The fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just

forgetting this and future I am scared of you

I swear I'll find my way back to the Light now that I'm left alone