Your fingers clinched around my aching bones
You began to whisper through the telephone
Falsely idolize, that's what we prioritize
Fantasize my own lie, set ablaze a planned life
Bury my ghost and throw me in the fire
Leave me to burn with all of your old desires
Is it wrong to hold on to all of mine?
Is it wrong to cast stones with no axe to grind?
My hate lingered out, it syphoned my soul
My voice began to whimper, it severed on it's own
Feeling ostracized, let it go and let it die
Wash away the bad tide, now I'm feeling baptized
Bury my ghost, no longer feeling dire
Left them to rot with all who I admire
Is it wrong to say I'm feeling fine?
Is it wrong to grind bones and wait and bide my time?
The Coward Robert Ford - EVL Lyrics
The Coward Robert Ford - EVL Lyrics
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Your fingers clinched around my aching bones
You began to whisper through the telephone
Falsely idolize, that's what we prioritize
Fantasize my own lie, set ablaze a planned life
Bury my ghost and throw me in the fire
Leave me to burn with all of your old desires
Is it wrong to hold on to all of mine?
Is it wrong to cast stones with no axe to grind?
My hate lingered out, it syphoned my soul
My voice began to whimper, it severed on it's own
Feeling ostracized, let it go and let it die
Wash away the bad tide, now I'm feeling baptized
Bury my ghost, no longer feeling dire
Left them to rot with all who I admire
Is it wrong to say I'm feeling fine?
Is it wrong to grind bones and wait and bide my time?
You began to whisper through the telephone
Falsely idolize, that's what we prioritize
Fantasize my own lie, set ablaze a planned life
Bury my ghost and throw me in the fire
Leave me to burn with all of your old desires
Is it wrong to hold on to all of mine?
Is it wrong to cast stones with no axe to grind?
My hate lingered out, it syphoned my soul
My voice began to whimper, it severed on it's own
Feeling ostracized, let it go and let it die
Wash away the bad tide, now I'm feeling baptized
Bury my ghost, no longer feeling dire
Left them to rot with all who I admire
Is it wrong to say I'm feeling fine?
Is it wrong to grind bones and wait and bide my time?
Writer: Samual Glass
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