The Mara Effect, Pt.1 - Spiritbox

I am never truly alone

Acceptance is slipping in, gripping limbs

Its crooked fingers intertwine

They cradle us together

A hundred years alone could never make it stop

Push it back

I cannot fit, I cannot feel

They should not see, suspended in time

And their eyes are like razors

The edges can sharpen the line

This is love, this is ordinary life

What a thrill stringing up splendid lights to paralyze

They burn to the touch, pretending at God

Listen to the blood, razor blade eyes

I want a goddamn mess to ignite the fire

I want to lie in severance, leave me to cut my teeth

Pretending at God is a custom

The vessel to siphon my love from

Their eyes are a razor to cut me down, cut me down

This is love

This is love, this is ordinary life

What a thrill cheap enough to get caught on the edge this time

Razor blade eyes

This is love, this is love

Make it stop, this is love

This is love, make it stop

Make it stop

This is love, this is love

Make it stop, this is love

This is love, this is love

This is love, this is love