Lyrics: Dylan Torre/Patrick Dowling/Loren Whitaker
Music: Dylan Torre/Patrick Dowling/Loren Whitaker
there’s a spider in the corner of the room
mechanical sight that can’t leave you
do i need the sickness
or do i need you
I feel it on me
the itching need
an ache that speaks to isolate
I want to pull it apart
tear my eyelids off
your image
burned beneath me
I feel it on me
an ache that speaks
burns every inch
of my world and never becomes warmth
I feel it on me
itching need
you’re all I see
I’m caught up
in you
it’s the taste of your skin
the way it hurts when you
let me in
I can’t forgive
do I need the sickness or you
I’ve become my artificial web
caught up
it’s doomed
Intertwined with my regret
artificial web
I feel it in me
it’s pulsating
an ache that speaks to separate
I don’t like what I see
scrub the skin ‘til it bleeds
do you know what it’s like,
to never feel clean?
I feel it in me
an ache that speaks
you’re all I see