Wounded Words

We stood ‘till the last on the spine of old gods
We found no regret from outside of ourselves

We fell in the dark
In that ruined hall
My nature revealed me
What’s the reason to explore

We stood ‘till the last As we tore away the mold
It’s the driest words- it’s the little death

It’s still the same for what it meant
For those wounded words
What’s the reason to explore

I’m unravelling at the seams
You couldn’t see past our last days
When you discovered joy
When you broke apart when we fell out

you couldn’t bear it
Those wounded words
you couldn’t bear it

We stood ‘till the last as we tore away the mold
It’s the driest words- it’s the little death

We fell in the dark
In that ruined hall
My nature revealed me
When you discovered joy
For those wounded words
What’s the reason to explore
Those wounded words