Resilient (Tribal)

Lyrics

would you miss

one, one in a million
one, one in ten billion
for real, tell me your opinion
after all this, am I still the villain
times still still
and still the wound is spilling
the clocks stopped watching
but the ache keeps on drilling
I might not take it in
but I need your real opinion
if it finally knocks
am I wrong for letting it in then

am I supposed to be resilient
recover like a reptilian
clutch my pain and call it brilliance
man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him
filling his unwillingness
a chilling hiss
with a thrilling kiss

what
your feeling stiff
damn
not a nice feeling that is it

born from the wound, am I wrong for living
drowned in the proof, am I wrong for swimming
if my name got carved where the rot kept rotting
after all this, am I still the villain

just the dust of the rust where the damage was sleeping
clean cut with the cleaver, still gorgeous while grieving
steam in the heat of the secrets theyre keeping
leaking
through everything decent
I asked for the mask and got the mark of the monster
dead heart with a scar but learnt its treason to wander
the longer I swallowed the rot and the honor
man I mistook being numb for being stronger
poking bruises with a beautiful rhythm
sharp in the scales
and the venom has bitten
love in the lungs but
the oxygens missing
never rose from the ruins they said I should live in
if I burn, let it hurt every lie you believed in
if Im buried, I let my blade take a life when Im leaving

born from the wound
not the wrong I was given
so after all this
tell me, am I still the villain

would you miss...

one, one in a million
one, one in ten billion
for real, tell me your opinion
after all this, am I still the villain
times still still
and still the wound is spilling
the clocks stopped watching
but the ache keeps on drilling
I might not take it in
but I need your real opinion
if it finally knocks
am I wrong for letting it in then

am I supposed to be resilient
recover like a reptilian
clutch my pain and call it brilliance
man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him
filling his unwillingness
a chilling hiss
with a thrilling kiss

better pray my bloodwork comes back boring
one bad phone call from ignoring the warnings
if it says Im leaving
Im taking luggage
addresses mapped in my notes and death in the budget
avoiding jail while the clocks kept ticking
but a deadline makes the game a bit different
pray for clear scans and good luck
if I get bad results
best bet Im pulling up

born from the wound, am I wrong for living
drowned in the proof, am I wrong for swimming
if my name got carved where the rot kept rotting
after all this, am I still the villain

am I supposed to be resilient
recover like a reptilian
clutch my pain and call it brilliance
man Id rather just coil on the thought of killing him



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