The Parish Church Fire - Hunger lyrics
[The Parish Church Fire - Hunger lyrics]
He's gonna kill himself with love
Oh, did you make him cry just for fun?
And my heart is pained within me now
But I could only run away
From your strange feu
Sickness and pain come upon me
It never leaves me alone
The agenda’s far too deep
The arc's as black as the shirt I wear
It kills me now because no-one cares
The arc's as black as the shirt I wear
It kills me now because no-one cares
I put one foot on thin ice
I slipped but then I sunk
I can’t go on living like this
But there's just no way out
Don't heal me
I'm hungry for more, I won't break down
I'll be awake and I'll come around
Conceal me under the floor till I break down
But I'm never coming round
You won’t find him dead on the bathroom floor
You won’t find him hanging from no rope
He's just chasing a dream that won’t
Ever ever ever come true
His face is dry but inside
He's drowning in dew
Oppression of the wicked
Oppression of your thoughts
It's a long term plan of suicide for
Those who don't have the guts
Don’t heal me
I'm hungry for more, I won't break down
I'll be awake and I'll come around
Conceal me under the floor till I break down
But I'm never coming round
Oh, did you make him cry just for fun?
And my heart is pained within me now
But I could only run away
From your strange feu
Sickness and pain come upon me
It never leaves me alone
The agenda’s far too deep
The arc's as black as the shirt I wear
It kills me now because no-one cares
The arc's as black as the shirt I wear
It kills me now because no-one cares
I put one foot on thin ice
I slipped but then I sunk
I can’t go on living like this
But there's just no way out
Don't heal me
I'm hungry for more, I won't break down
I'll be awake and I'll come around
Conceal me under the floor till I break down
But I'm never coming round
You won’t find him dead on the bathroom floor
You won’t find him hanging from no rope
He's just chasing a dream that won’t
Ever ever ever come true
His face is dry but inside
He's drowning in dew
Oppression of the wicked
Oppression of your thoughts
It's a long term plan of suicide for
Those who don't have the guts
Don’t heal me
I'm hungry for more, I won't break down
I'll be awake and I'll come around
Conceal me under the floor till I break down
But I'm never coming round