Purer Form of Pain - Counterparts

I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most

To be distributed among the parasites

I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most

To be exchanged for a purer form of pain

My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs

Leading me towards the ceiling of my curse

As the earth falls upward from the ground

Where I collapse in sunken skies

I am but one man

And the sorrow I have salvaged won’t sustain

Murder me in the silence I have lived in

My fingernails won’t hold a torch that mirrors my reflection

Murder me in the silence I have lived in

No trace of tension could coerce the composition from my skull

Like a currency reserved for skeletons

I will deny a high regard

Sick to my stomach at the distance to the ground

My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs

Leading you towards the depth of my despair

We collapse inside the walls that close before us

Murder me in the silence I have lived in

A fabrication to appease the ones who suffer

Don’t call me your protector

I couldn’t keep myself from caving in

Don’t call me your protector

A war against myself I’ll never win

I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most

To be distributed among the parasites

I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most

To be exchanged for a purer form of pain