cora onori

Lyrics

Out on the fields
You run

I must confess
I must confess

The way you made your nest
In the thicket of my flesh
A love to ugly for the rest
I still scrub fragments from my chest

And you could never hold me
'Cause you could always run
It wasn’t you that broke me
It was the gawking sun

A tale as old as time
Seem to confiscate my prime
When the sickness takes our mind
All we leave is left behind

Brought me down to my knees
Never felt like defeat
And what I reckon was a war
Doesn’t feel that sweet no more

The finer the honey
The smoother the venom
A numbness so tender
A gentle surrender

I made you the pillar
That comes to the ground
A worship so futile,
It must be profound

And now I turn to you my witness
With countless sins I dragged through the shame
'Cause even at the bottom
There is some gold to claim