Benjamin James Roberts - Water of My Aches Lyrics

I've got nothing but the taste of your evanescent breath
Sitting on my tongue, like how the devil used to wait for my death
Making all your answers, rhyme with heroism
Whilst your reality was riddled with skepticism

Masquerade your sadness in your own home
Burn beneath the sun under your own stone
Brush the last of the dust off of your bones
And breathe
And breathe

I've been swamped by all my answers, and strangled by the reeds
Of unidentified options, I've been almost scared to breath
Drowning in the water of my aches
Flipping through the pages of the things I couldn't take

Masquerade your sadness in your own home
Burn beneath the sun under your own stone
Brush the last of the dust off of your bones
And breathe
And breathe

Masquerade your sadness in your own home
Burn beneath the sun under your own stone
Brush the last of the dust off of my bones
And breathe
And breathe

I've got nothing but the taste of your evanescent breath
Sitting on my tongue, like how the devil used to wait for my death