No Ghost - “Hara-Kiri“

HARA-KIRI You know you want it, gotta fight the feeling I gouge my eyes just to not let this sink in I grasp onto the deafening silence, As her lucid whispers squirm to the back of my throat Drunk and brittle, search for any salvation Pray till I suffocate, Ironically to place false hope Take hold, in time you’ll learn to cope Counting bones as I grieve as the rose dies on it’s own On It’s own Why even try, fuck it Flies pour out your mouth into mine Vile, you gag, hold it down inebriated Razor sharp lik