Infinite Me - In Static (Single) | Текст песни

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Can you decipher my wrist, and the blood that drips from it?
So many things left further unsaid like, am I sinner or a fucking hypocrite?
Can you find beauty encrypted in the red, and will you find it once I'm dead?

Every year I'm growing older and older.
This room grows colder.
I'm breaking, I'm tearing, I'm giving up.

And I would just like to take my time to figure out these lies that crack and pull me in.
And I'm running out of time. Again and again, I'm falling deep, caught underneath all of this bullshit.
Like, am I sinner? Or a hypocrite?
Will you find the beauty once I'm dead?

Sometimes, my head flutters like the ashes.
We're all better off dead, I know.
Sometimes, my wrists tear from the stitching.
I'm so full of shit, this I know.

Find me. Fill me up with love.

Every year I grew older and older.
This rooms grown colder.
I'm broken, I'm torn, I've given up.

Sometimes, my head flutters like the ashes.
We're all better off dead, I know.
Sometimes, my wrists tear from the stitching.
I'm so full of shit, this I know.

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