Punish Yourself
Remnants of the truth you past
The last exit from your life
You cannot waste away in here
With all the tenderness I fear
Every day until I die
You keep hitting yourself where it hurts, the least
And your skin goes red and it sinks, beneath
And I've been sitting here alone
The voices slur, the building moans
All the pain locked in these walls
We cannot waste away in here
With all the promises I fear
Everyday until I die
You keep hitting yourself where it hurts, the least
And your skin goes red and it sinks, beneath
Writer/s: Mark Bowyer / Pineapple Thief