I don't deserve it
And that's what hurts the most
Intention's nearly perfect
But I fumbled it with words
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh

Drummer's left, brother's two steps behind him
And mother's cancer kindly cut out from inside of her
Words in this tone, like flowers in the sand
Bloom, only vibrant for an instant
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh
Oh-oh-oh oh
Oh-oh-oh oh

I hold your bitter fruit
I know the taste of you
Like smoke, it fills this room
Once more, I ask of you
These bones inside of me
My home, my lust, my fantasy
This code, this slavery
Break it, break all of me
Hoh-oh-oh oh
Hoh-oh-oh oh
Hoh-oh-oh oh
Hoh-oh-oh oh

Hi death, I feel your sting
Stuck in faith, in mind, in wind
Hi Dad, I've heard you sing
Go find Mom with what I bring
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh