Vera Grace Exposition Lyrics

Hold me down weight me down again tear me open
Bend my back again
Let me feed this instinct in me
My thoughts are in two modes:
A figure of faith or an eternal fiend nest in the hell inside my dreams
"Defy Him or deliver me"

Everyday we constantly battle
The church feels more like a prison and my brother feels more like a stranger
Praying gives me nothing
My body is sick, my body is sick
I leave this place to find my fix
The heavy rain hitting my face
This urge is growing Shelter and a place to hide is all that I can see
I slip through the heavy wooden door
I find my self at a bar with no company
"Bring me what I need"
A drink to calm this zealous leech
The clock hand strikes twelve
I'm torn open

The barman points to the wooden door
The glass I hold, slips to the floor
Drunken words, a fight breaks out
April 4th: His blood stains the ground
I awake
His glazed eyes stare back at me
Oh my god, forgive me for what I have done

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