Miscarriage - The Black Dahlia Murder

The language of the lie

Barbed and callous tongues shall lick

Behind the thinnest doors

A web of falsehood so unfolds

Humility

(Pride dissected, maliciously)

A mockery

Bonds dissolve in endless mimicry

Cruelly illuminated

Subject of shallow spectacle

Inherent weaknesses revealed

Contact withers to a lull

Once perfect pictures

Now stained with fingerprints

Tragedy fucks jealously

The human heartstrings bend and break

Vultures with human eyes

Can you feel them circling?

Prey on tender moments

The failures of purest dream

Our selfish means

Are the means to this fucking end

A knife for every spine

Of every man

Nails scratching into the flesh

Until the fibers are broken

Something’s got to give

The bottoms of bottles

No longer ease the pain

And the bathroom mirror

Reflects the face of autonomy

Man must invert

Internalize the pain

Sequence replays in the mind

The human heartstrings bend and break

Vultures with human eyes

Can you feel them circling?

Prey on tender moments

The failures of purest dream

Our selfish means

Are the means to this fucking end

A knife for every spine

Of every man… of every man

Lot of the ugly answers

Lie somewhere in between

Intrinsic disregard

The burden of weakness

They’re sharpening!

The knives are always sharpening

A life now stained with fingerprints

Something’s got to give