Silverspine — Madder Mortem

This is all yours if you want it My sick landscape, dry and fevered My survival and the hunger Growing older in a heartbeat

You took us by surprise Stepped in where no one goes In forcing open doors you sacrifice us both

This is all yours if you want it This is all I ever offered you

Hoping against all sense (We bite the hand that feeds us pain) Hoping against myself (There is still pride inside our veins)

Underneath our sores and blisters spines of silver that won't listen Your perception is not flawless We are dying while you watch us moan

Hoping against all sense (We bite the hand that feeds us pain) Hoping against myself (There is still pride inside our veins) Biding my time

The perfection has turned sour in the moment of salvation Every minute is pure torture This is mercy, if you want it

Hoping against all sense Hoping against myself (We bite the hand that fed us pain)

This is all yours if you want it This is mercy, if I have it

Biding my time