"Slivers" Dalszöveg

My bones caught a fever narrow and deep
It's hard to be a believer
This I believe

My heart again
Old deceiver, constant caving until the end
Wake up, I'm still taking this all in
It's still following me
Sounding like a whisper
Crashing like a tree, it's still following me
My soul full of slivers
Dirty and diseased
Hell bent a sinner
A saint I'll never be my past again
True believer
Constant caving until the end
It's still following me
It's still underneath my skin sucking the life
Stare down from mountains edge
Let it f**king bleed, wake up

Writer(s): Brock Nicholas Lindow, Steven Matthew Holt