The Spill Canvas - Cost lyrics
[The Spill Canvas - Cost lyrics]
Mystics of this brain then I could kill the
Siren whispering my name
Instead, she pulls me in across
A tightrope over my grave
Little does she knows that she’s fuckin’ with
A soul I don’t really wanna save
Sweet oblivion, you taste so good to me
I shoulda known that you
Were everything but free
If I could just untie this
Knot that’s coming loose
Then I would quantify the
Squeeze for the juice
Instead, I’m out here bobbin’ on a
Wake of decimation I choose
Little did I know I’m already
Predisposed to these quicksand blues
I shoulda known it then
So I vacate your street
And I get fearful now when
Someone younger repeats after me:
Good God, holy hell
I revel in this turbulence-I
Love to hate myself