Preacher

I can feel my sight Falling out of line Wondering how to stop Flinching at a drop Break this frosted glass Granulated crash Wish I had forgot Silhouettes I’m not Breathing in all the flakes of rust And I can Feel the pain settle in my lungs What is this thing I Wanna break tonight I’m grieving on for the death of trust And I can Feel my heart starting to adjust What is this thing I Wanna make tonight Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Tired of my thoughts Trauma can run hot Convoluted thread Wrapped around my head Blurry echoes of Unconditioned love Safer in this bed Safest when I’m dead Breathing in all the flakes of rust And I can Feel the pain settle in my lungs What is this thing I Wanna break tonight I’m grieving on for the death of trust And I can Feel my heart starting to adjust What is this thing I Wanna make tonight Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Look at my face when I turn to the creature Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher Gunning through your name right before I can teach ya Paint my nails with the blood of a preacher