No I don't think the same as my friends anymore
How they revel in eating their own
And they only align with my machine heart
And my tired ritual bones
I don't sleep anymore on Sunday nights
And I'd rather drink on my own
Performative friends in an eggshell town
And my tired, ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
No I don't wonder if I'm OK anymore
I was broken forever ago
Now we're all in a chamber somewhere vile
Deifying ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
E L L - Ritual Bones Lyrics
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No I don't think the same as my friends anymore
How they revel in eating their own
And they only align with my machine heart
And my tired ritual bones
I don't sleep anymore on Sunday nights
And I'd rather drink on my own
Performative friends in an eggshell town
And my tired, ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
No I don't wonder if I'm OK anymore
I was broken forever ago
Now we're all in a chamber somewhere vile
Deifying ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
How they revel in eating their own
And they only align with my machine heart
And my tired ritual bones
I don't sleep anymore on Sunday nights
And I'd rather drink on my own
Performative friends in an eggshell town
And my tired, ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
No I don't wonder if I'm OK anymore
I was broken forever ago
Now we're all in a chamber somewhere vile
Deifying ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
And the pickets won't stay white
I'm evolving my appetite
I will strip the gift horse for its meat
If it keeps my brain alive
And the ego's a china doll
With a crack across its skull
I'll press shards to my palms if it means the collapse
Of my tired ritual bones
Writer: Elliot Nicklin
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