SWORDS

What is the game?
Two storms in a room
Forget my name
I'm following you

Though I see it I fall slowly
Into the trap door
What you needed
Cut me open
Leave me on the floor

I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking, screaming, keep on clinging
To that image I have of you

Heart in your hands
Still bleeding and warm
How does it taste
Swallowing swords?

Though you eat it
Pick the bones
It's ripping at your core
At your deepest
Fear like poison
You're just a blackhole

I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking, screaming, keep on clinging
To that image I have of you

You really did a number
You really did a number on me, baby

You want it
You run from it
Oh, but you want it
But you run

I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking, screaming, keep on clinging
To that image I have of you

You really did a number
You really did a number on me, baby

You really did a number
You really did a number on me, baby