[Inure] Lyrics

Razor to wrist

Crept and I crawled under moonlights arrest
There I swayed; slow decay in this tomb made of flesh
Tracing the tracks that I wore on my sleeve
Razor to wrist for a wretch like me

Silenced my tongue so that venom ne'er spit
But if silence is golden then silver my grin
Grinding my teeth constantly before they erode
Only to feel when the dead nerve is exposed

Chewing on the stems of roses
Never felt so comfortable
Nausea feels so at home when all you know chokes

Razor to wrist (razor to wrist)
Scratch my itch

Silenced my tongue so that venom ne'er spit
But if silence is golden then silver my grin
A fragile reflection has cracked into art
Deserving enough to be hung
Admired and loved, nailed and strung

Tracing the tracks on my sleeve, razor to wrist till I bleed

I keep a blade up my sleeve I wouldn't shake my hand
Even with pins in my collar I will still hang my head

Razor to wrist (razor to wrist)
scratch my itch

Nausea feels so at home when all you know chokes

Crept and I crawled under moonlights arrest
There I swayed; slow decay in this tomb made of flesh
Tracing the tracks that I wore on my sleeve
Razor to wrist for a wretch like me