A Little Bitter (Live)

Lyrics

How the mind does shout for rest When the body's shaking, yeah Oh, this tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Lord, is this a test? Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick And he wants me gracious Who are you? Who can say It's okay to live through me? Live to be Part of me You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah Was it something that I said? Was it a bit breaking, yeah I'm so selfish paying your rent While your blood I'm tainting You spend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seeds And the tears on which you feed You feed Your body is a temple, a dormant altar to whеre Infantile men liе around pinching and nibbling For a small piece of sanity of which you can not give Shame Individuality Buying penance with my soul And a little Heaven spent Why the hell not take it? Thieves, parasites hide from life You know they'll remember me They are abhorred in self-worth All that matters much to me