Worn Threads - Grave Pleasures

Live wires, split at the ends

Step on the landmine

Pull out the pin

Bloodhounds on wounded prey

Tied to the front of a runaway train

Worn Threads Unravelling

Worn Threads Unravelling

Bombshells and bullets

Washed down with tears

A circle of ruin ever increased

Worn Threads Unravelling

Worn Threads Unravelling

We’re pulling at loose threads

We’re pulling at loose threads

Coming apart at the seams

Violently wrenching free

Worn Threads Unravelling

Worn Threads Unravelling

2 stops on a murder mile

No teeth left in this vanishing smile

Worn Threads Unravelling

Worn Threads Unravelling

We’re pulling at loose threads

We’re pulling at loose threads

When the first one comes loose

And then another

You just keep tonguing and licking the ulcer

The tooth keeps rocking

The dull pain keeps nagging

And we unravel

And unravel again…