Afi 3 1-2 Lyrics

3 1-2 Lyrics

Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infections time.
i
feel so faint as my life spills over you.
backstep over glass as i
repent.
i fear i can't prevent myself from spilling
your life all over
me.

Im so sick, so sick of myself.
mother, say you'll pray for
me.
i'm premature in my decay.

shards of glass swimming in my
eyes.
a small voice in the back of my mind
thats whispering words i never
want to hear.
i pray that you wont besitate,
as you watch me
degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all my fear.
my
suffocation. asphyxiation.
ive been choking on my own blood.

im so
sick, so sick of myself
mother, say you'll pray for me.