Spill - Gatherers

We’re all damned

Left to pillage

For there’s a flood upon us now

Say you’ve got a plan

Everybody’s got a plan

So go and hang your wishful thinking out

And if your love digs you a hole, if it falls aimlessly out of control

I’ll let you spill open my skull cause there’s no saving us from what we sow

Cheap sedation to adore

Well, I’ve chewed the scenery down to the bone

You’re an open wound

You’re the only one that never closes

Sweet dilation takes it’s toll

You’re a crooked smile

My incandescent glow

You’re the open wound that never closes

As you pulled back your bow

(I should’ve known)

And spilled open my skull

(We'd all die alone, die alone)

You are the name beside my tomb

You are a voice from another room always singing

That there’s no saving us from what we sow