Lobotomy (Slow)

Lyrics

give me a lobotomy


memories gone


but never forgotten me

give me a lobotomy
memories gone but never forgotten me
sliced through a vein
called it loving phlebotomy
label the vial with the name of the pricks who lies gotten to me
store tracks in ice packs with the parts that survived the electroshock therapy
fourty four paracetamol as I dry wipe the scalpel clean
blood on the tiles spilling thoughts that wont pardon me
hide my heart in a jar and hand it a handwritten apology
handle with care
stamped on the side of my artery

spent Wednesday just standing
staring in the mirror
no matter how i wipe this shit
what I see doesnt become clearer
memories molded in my brain been pulling me nearer and nearer
deaths at my side, I can feel and I can hear her
but even though I know its real, I dont seem to fear her
I just have this overwhelming urge to cheer her
she aint a killer but has my blood pouring in rivers
a taste of the sweet stuff, a life of the bitter
a pain in my chest knowing I am not with her

you might have been the winner
but did you ever consider
Im a sinner
boiled bones on a simmer
a hollow heart with a fissure
I can feel the flames flicker and linger
on my flesh but my body still shivers
ice in my ribs where the heart got injured
cold bitten soul with a burnt out cinder

I kept trying to polish the glass till my knuckles split
pain dont shine back when youre stuck in it
stuck in the same place, brains cracked, pain punishment
different spirit with every sip
Ive tried to outrun what I covered with wit
couldnt out drink what the silence did
couldnt out write what my chest wont lift
so Ill carve all my scars into something that lives

maybe thats the curse of the writer
dont heal, we describe it tighter and tighter
turn grief into gold hoping youd admire the cipher
made pain sound playful but made the cuts run wider
love like a fool, then burned by a liar
held onto fuel while I begged for fire
if deaths at my side, I will stand beside her
have her sing the backing while I climb higher
then fall back down through the smoke and desire
sick of looking at this stickman figure
and looking at this face that keeps getting thinner
spent Wednesday still stood staring in the mirror

you might have been the winner
but did you ever consider
Im a sinner, boiled bones on a simmer
a hollow heart with a fissure
I can feel the flames flicker and linger
on my flesh but my body still shivers
ice in my ribs where the heart got injured
cold bitten soul with a burnt out cinder

give me a lobotomy
memories gone but never forgotten me
sliced through a vein
called it loving Phlebotomy
label the vial with the name of the pricks who lies gotten to me
store tracks in ice packs with the parts that survived the electroshock therapy
fourty four paracetamol as I dry wipe the scalpel clean
blood on the tiles spilling thoughts that wont pardon me
hide my heart in a jar and hand it a handwritten apology
handle with care
 stamped on the side of my artery

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