The Nerve

Ask not the weather descending
Take not the fruit of the vine
Want not desire the ending
I know, I know, it grows

A slow death
From the outside
Get in my head
Carry me over again

These scavengers always come
Beyond the grave, your gone

Ask not the rain unrelenting
Waste not the noose in your mind
Want not desire the ending
I know, I know, it grows

A slow death
From the outside
Get in my head
Carry me over again

These scavengers always come
Beyond the grave, your gone