Circle Of Dead Children - My Supernatural (bells Ring Slowly) lyrics

This wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror The heavy-handed swift punishing judge whose sentence is lifelong and indifferent as puddles of stagnant water You cannot stop the bleeding with patches alone, as saturation will reject all but infliction Reparations all slide off into oblivion The hunter and the hunted have become one I was borne for self-destruction Borne to bleed and freeze Tears used to jimmy dried scabs of blood from these sheets Pills to control, to redirect, to attempt to unlearn Unsatisfied with what this world has had to offer Satisfaction when the heart stiffens and succumbs to the hunter's hands, gelatinous, sweet and black No more pills, no more adjournment The higher the walls around the more I will jerk them down upon me It has become easier to bury the bodies than to bury the memories and impulsive thoughts that serve only to confuse and burden One hand on the shovel, the other around my throat Borne to bleed and freeze I have broken all the warm hands that heal Bones snap and shatter Muscle tissue around the eyes stretch and quiver like a fish skinned alive The only honest satisfaction Cold and weak, I hope none remember I will be happy to forget