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Iâll be a martyr for your indifference
if you promise to line my tomb with trinkets
There wonât be a resonating cry
just an awkward formal dialogue
between my ghost and those Iâve denied
We want guarantees, not hunger pains
but starvation just wonât subside
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
You drift with every word they say
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
I think weâve lost our way
You told me what you stand for
The sleepless crusade
The bitter campaign
In every room that we walk in
the walls are skin and theyâre writhing
oh theyâre writhing
In every room that we walk in
the walls are skin and theyâre writhing
oh theyâre writhing
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
You drift with every word they say
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
I think weâve lost our way
Youâd be unwise to sate the urge
but go ahead you wouldnât be the first
In every room that we walk in
the walls are skin and theyâre writhing
oh theyâre writhing
In every room that we walk in
the walls are skin and theyâre writhing
oh theyâre writhing
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
You drift with every word they say
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
I think weâve lost our way
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
You drift with every word they say
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
I think weâve lost our way
Somewhere between the penance & the patience
Somewhere between the penance & the patience