Thirty-One Staples - Vatican

You watch me stand beside myself

I’m crawling in my old house

Our time has ran its course

Burn your love for me

Bury yourself in the ashes

Bury yourself in what you call tough love

You’ll never know all the black I see

You’ll never feel the staples of hard luck

Let me show you the side door

Blood on the walls of regression

Let me leave the light on

See my scars, skip a beat for a second

Enter the space where I keep

The spirals of the blade

I’m dying in my old room

I can feel the blood on my face again

Damned is the mind I hold

Damned is the mind I hold

Eyes bled

Twice dead

Each step is another regret

Wishing to fall like orchids onto the floorboard

From the crack of the roof to the hole in my head

Perfectly still for my best is lost

My only instinct is to let you know

The deeper I wish to go

Damned is the mind I hold