Anesthetic For The Amputee

Slowreader

Compositor: Slowreader

Couldn't save the savior from savoring
If this life now hurts you, I'm sorry
Can I hold a candle to enduring
Taken in a way that you say
Say you can feel it

Refusal of the anesthetic for this amputee
Cut off parts and cut up pieces
Lord, I know you're looking down
Won't you give me the strength
To cut these hands free
Cut a river through my veins

Drowned out by this contradiction
Beaten back from your position
Comforted by some fucking superstition
I thought I could hold on with one hand
But you knew I couldn't do it

Refusal of the anesthetic for this amputee
Cut off parts and cut up pieces
Lord, I know you're looking down
Won't you give me the strength
Pull that trigger, put that bullet through my

[I] never understood
Why you wouldn't want to think
But now I understand perfectly

Its just the anesthetic given to the amputee
Cut off parts and cut up pieces
Lord I know you're looking down
Won't you give me the strength
Pull that trigger, put that bullet through my brain