Whittled To An Edge Lyrics

You made me
Does it make you proud
You created me
In your shit made shroud
Does it feel good
To make me feel so small
Does it even bother you
One little bit at all

Stale meat served upon a tray behind the face of redemption
Ripe with the smell of betrayal and the results of deification

An empty carcass
holding promises gone stale with empty eyes
The truth so sacred lasts so short
Ends fast with broken jagged lies
These chains of memory's hold fast
To keep me balanced on this ledge
I've tried a thousand times
Its got me whittled down right to an edge

Peel all the layers away
until there's nothing left to peel Beneath the scabs and the scars and the flesh
till nothings left to steal
You suck the life from everything that tries to breath
And strip away what you need
to satisfy your own lust and disease

An empty carcass
holding promises gone stale with empty eyes
The truth so sacred lasts so short
Ends fast with broken jagged lies
These chains of memory's hold fast
To keep me balanced on this ledge
I've tried a thousand times
Its got me whittled down right to an edge

I can give you what you want
I can give you what you need
I can give you what you want
I have everything you need

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