Carcinoma

I’ve been foolishly biding my time
But it’s fangs are sharper than mine
Paranoia has taken the place
Taken the place of god
But that’s all his purpose was
Keep your faith, x2
If it’s what you got
By all means believe what you want
I’ve been spitting on my own grave, my own grave
No amount of grace can get me saved, get me saved
And yet I’m surprised
My heart has become the dwelling place of demons
One of these days
I won’t wake up as much as I’ll come to
It has something to do with you
I feel you coursing through my veins
Hell knows if you leave I won’t be the same
Now that you’ve made a name for yourself
I only wish I could cast you out
But there’s some appealing about you on my mouth
I’ve been spitting on my own grave, my own grave
No amount of grace can get me saved, get me saved
After I’m reduced to waste
And this world’s washed its hands of me
God forbid I come back with the only instruction you’ll need:
Get off your knees, x2
I’ll be alright, believe me
I’ll be just fine, believe me
Get off your knees. x2
My heart has become the dwelling place of demons
One of these days I won’t have the lungs
To beg pardon for what I’ve done
And even if I do, it won’t be poetic enough
I’ve nailed my coffin shut, shut