Lyrics: Oliver James Appleyard
Music: Oliver James Appleyard/Vincent James Weight/George Holding/Sam James Ogden
Don't breathe
Not a word of internal body wars
An asymptomatic death display
In body and the face, irreversible change
But she can still feel them watching
With a cold stare, fear never gone
Such a damaged soul can't manage
Still blind to a point of self repair
Disfigured, reject what's real
Self assault productive archetype
Holding the knife
Disfigured, fixed, still not real
Patch worked abuse
Baby turn the knife
And I'll be there questioning
Still wide awake, getting closer
Getting closer
Questioning
What could they do?
We are nothing at best
We are nothing at best
The offset progression of asking questions
Show me where it hurts
And how can we make it stop
Still chasing perfection no less
Still no cheap cure
And I'll be there questioning
Still wide awake, getting closer
Getting closer
Questioning
What could they do?
Looks so safe
Act so fake
Perfect life born into self hate
And still this question makes no sound
Promise me some good in this goodbye
I'll be here questioning
Still wide awake, getting closer
Getting closer
Questioning
What could they do?
Don't breathe
Not a word of internal body wars
An asymptomatic death display
Questioning you
Show me where it hurts