Cave In - Ebola Lyrics
All relaxed with nails bit to the quickWhile golden was the silence,Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt.The burdened saw the damage,Absorbed with our legs lost to heated-white lies.We remain to pull its frameFrom the ashen wreck of anxiety,Blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks.We've got the nerve to live so low like this,With nails bit to the quickAnd teething blood so warm.The man who keepsSewing needles between his teethPrefabricates every spoken word,With no weapons to lay in front of me.Robbed of my skills in social weaponry, robbed.Impending was the omen,No choice but to sever dead skin.You reap what you sowTo degrees you'll never know.