Spiritbox - The Mara Effect, Pt.1

I am never truly alone Acceptance is slipping in, gripping limbs It's crooked fingers intertwine They cradle us together A hundred years alone could never make it stop Push it back I cannot fit I cannot feel They should not see, suspended in time And their eyes are like razors the edges can sharpen the line This is love This is ordinary life What a thrill stringing up splendid lights to paralyze They burn to the touch Pretending at God Listen to the blood Razor blade eyes I want a Goddamn mess To ignite the fire I want to lie in severance Leave me to cut my teeth Pretending at God is a custom The vessel to syphon my love from Their eyes are a razor to cut me down, cut me down This is love This is love This is ordinary life What a thrill cheap enough to get caught on the edge this time Razor blade eyes This is love This is love Make it stop This is love This is love Make it stop Make it stop This is love This is love Make it stop This is love This is love This is love This is love This is love