The Loved Ones - Suture Self lyrics

rate me

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?