Glass Houses - Flatwoods

I'm right here where you left me
My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty
If I drown here in my own blood
Would you step back when the pool edges up

Just to clarify, I hate what you adore
Don't give a fuck if I die here alone
Your misplaced ego leaves you dying for attention
You found a noose, now find where your head fits
I'm reaching through stigmata
I am the sins of the son and the father
Your ambitions are all fruitless
You're all nothing but pathetic and useless

If we are only healthy to the extent that our ideas are humane
Then I’ve caught myself a disease, I’m coming down with a plague

I'm right here where you left me
My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty
If I drown here in my own blood
Would you step back when the pool edges up
I'm right here where you left me
My pulse has ceased but my lungs are not empty
The future is wasted on us
Becoming more of a threat than a promise