Poison the Well
EP • 2009
This is the way I torture myself Pick at myself 'til I'm pieces on the counter Till I'm crumbs on the floor Till I'm crumbs on the floor The inner room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth It's dusty black I'm thinking! This is shut I wanna be killed with the same Dignity that horses get When they no longer race Not at all Not at all Im in a room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth It's dusty black Judge me with light Judge me with Screaming Judge me death Judge me with light Judge me with Screaming Judge me death This is the way I torture myself Pick at myself 'til I'm pieces on the counter Till I'm crumbs on the floor Till I'm crumbs on the floor Im in a room piled high High with questions Give me some time Give me time If there is a truth They are Just ugly memories And subjects That are getting old
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026
Still Life.. Still Life.. It feels odd And you're out of place Feels unsafe This drop seems nice Think i'll wish you would have stayed.. Think i'll wish you would have stayed.. Stay... I needed one last lie I'll wait for you here in the dirt.. It feels odd And you're out of place Feels unsafe This drop seems nice Please leave me face down Spit and blood will welcome you.. If you hold on and i'm still there Then i'll die for you, you'll reach for my.. (x2) It feels odd And you're out of place Feels unsafe This drop seems nice It stains just the way that you are.. (x6)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026
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