”It centers around the fracturing of a young woman’s mind and her descent into self-induced, self-absorbed delirium.”
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Broke a pane of stained glass
Cut your leg as you crawled through
But you came to take back
What you gave in the church pew
Now you need the body for food
Every single body’s been cruel
Hanging on to dirty money
Staring down their noses at you
It’s none of your business
But I needed to confess
Somebody to talk to
Talk me off of the ledge
Now I need the body for food
While I thin my blood to get through
Hanging on my ropes and
Praying my grip I don’t lose
Now I need the body for food
man.
It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
and it’s startin’ to flow, I think I might be sinkin’
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
Meet you up there where the path runs straight and high
