So did the sympathy for me start to fade?
When your conscience is down
A fix paranoia scars when I need all
So did you ever see the north get so grey?
Swallows me up,
hollows the language in my last lungs
So which fucking ape is on you today?
That's what my head wakes up and says when I crumble

I'm the aim
To suffocate and blame
You gave less
Than you tried to possess
All the greed
Is nothing that I need
If you can't face the grazes

I can't face the grazes
I cannot contain this
I can't fake the traces
I can't face the grazes

So the fever that I got stole my name
It opened me up, twisted my bones
Now I'm nothing
I knew the second time that I saw your face
The city lit up was bleeding its gifts
Now I'm sinking
Just another lonely box beneath her bed
A mark on her back, a bruise in her head
Had she fallen, had she fallen
That is what she wished she had said
Two traces of time were riding the spine
Was it worth it?

I'm the aim
To suffocate and blame
You gave less
Than you tried to possess
All the greed
Is nothing that I need
If you can't face the grazes

I can't face the grazes
I cannot contain this
I can't fake the traces
I can't face the grazes
I can't face the grazes
I can't face the grazes
I can't face the grazes...

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRIS CORNER, IAN PICKERING, LIAM COVERDALE-HOWE