Parched Bodies
Brian Batz
[Verse ]
Behind the worn out and leaky glass
The television light cuts through the dense smoke
In the windowsill the withered plants stand in a row
As a proud ode to their slow decay
The slow decay
The discolored curtains rest gently on the parched bodies of the dead flies
The dead flies
They were slowly suffocated
Just like you
[Chorus]
Now you're sitting there
Completely catatonic
With your stiffened face
And with thorns in your dilated flesh
[Bridge]
Maybe you feel a slight, tingling remorse
Maybe you don't
[Chorus]
Now you're sitting there
Completely catatonic
With your stiffened face
And with thorns in your dilated flesh