LYRICS

SOLUS

Curate my flesh,

It turns to bone.

The things you say

Don’t feel at home.

All this time,

I thought we’ve grown?

Just manufactured

To be alone.

Do you find it hard

Letting go?

Will you maybe cry

When you’re alone?

Who will fill

Your empty home?

Do you find it hard…

Do you find it hard?

I drift in

And out of sleep,

As you caress my mind.

A temple in-

Side my head,

Divinity

Is hard to find.

And we shuffle through

This life of ours,

Like a deck of cards,

With a bullet hole.

The suicide king

Is just a plea,

It’s up my sleeve,

It’s another me.

Do you find it hard

Letting go?

Will you maybe cry

When you’re alone?

Who will fill

Your empty home?

Do you find it hard…

Do you find it hard?

Can’t you see

The things I hide?

We don’t confide,

It just subsides.

Curate my flesh,

It turns to bone.

Manufactured…

To be alone.​