Drowning The Arsonist Lyrics

They sing the words but not the meaning. I can’t hear over the grinding teeth. They don’t breathe, only speak the thoughts that aren’t their own. Hoping their veins will grow out like extensions of their fingertips while they have them intertwined. Like a stalk that will reach the heavens. Expecting to fill their empty hands with gold while graciously doing nothing to earn it, except sputtering disguised begging from their lips.
If I close my eyes I might see those syllables but they would be hollow, empty, barren. Shattering them in my face I feel cold and disgusted. It‘s pointless, don’t you see? Biting my tongue I grow tired of the taste of blood, and I’ve been clenching my heart in this fist so damn long I think it’s gone numb. I don’t know if I feel anything anymore. They cast me to the sea.
It’s where you’ll find me. My hands swollen, and my feet don’t quite touch the bottom. But no one ever taught me much more than floating. Suspended in my doubt, my grave.
What am I supposed to see? It doesn’t make sense. All the words you wrote to fill the book are of teetering speech. I’m scared to death. Scared of who might be listening, but I don’t know you and I never did.
The drowning begins tonight.