Every Scar a Brushstroke

You Win Again Gravity

Compositor: Andrew Mould / Andy Janson / Jack Jennings / James Mackenzie / Jonathan Bastable

I'm a little closer to the truth now
I'm a little faster on my feet
But you're already there
You caught me so easy, it's like I wanted you to

The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it

If you give me the scent, I'll bring you the kill
I envy the way you live, I envy the way you control

The feeling of rope against my skin
The feel of this cloth in my mouth
The metal cold against my wrists
I will remember this to my dying day
And soon you might forget me
Just bloodstains on this chair
I guess that's not so far off
My God it's so cool out

Shiver until I shake
I feel it where my fingers used to be

The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it

Do you miss the way I was when I came?
I know I'm missing limbs but I'm worth it I promise you

Pushing through pain just to prove to myself I'm real
Taking care not cutting too deep into each wound you make
Biting down hard I must try to stare back at you
Concentrate on symmetry, careful with your instruments
Now I've seen your face I have no use for eyes
Pin me to the wall, a study of violent form

The touch, is it everything you thought it was?
The taste, I need you to tell me it's worth it

As you add the final touch
You step back, admire what is left
I am a vessel, my body a canvas
Every bone a waiting frame
Every scar a brushstroke