Cave In - Until Your Heart Stops Lyrics
A parasite that lost its appetiteWith what he calls his ownBeing yours to clean for.Walk with a weapon and fight just to seeWhat draws the lineBetween the now and yesterday.Scenes from the pastBeing premonitions all too real.We dwell like antique paintings older every day,Until a thief steals you from the wallIn the shadows of creative eclipses.I've noticed your handwriting improveOver the years,Though sometimes I can still smell shit in the ink.I can't clean this stain of a little boy,And sadly I am trapped in here for good.Locked my door and read these cryptic piecesA hundred-thousand times more.For every sundown that crutches the awake,Simmering the need of peace and lightly seasoningOur bodies back to bed.Aimless is the mind on porcelain pillows.And we dwell like antique paintings,Older every day.