[Verse 1]
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That i don't understand
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
Cause I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower
I'm the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour
And untouchable
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That i don't understand
Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
Cause I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flower
I'm the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour
And untouchable
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