The flesh keeps score
When it rains it pours
The morning sun doesn’t shine as bright
It’s getting dark, it’s getting bleak
I embrace this wretched life
There’s no escape, no repentance
How much more can one soul take?
How can I hold my head up high with my spine crushed to dust
Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I feel, everything I see turns to shit right in front of me
The flesh keeps score
And still it begs for more
The burden of a burden grows sore
It’s darker every day, societal decay
I feel it all slipping away
Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I feel, everything I see turns to shit right in front of me
Everything I love is dead or dying
Everything I love is dead or dying
Gold hands caked in shit
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
Still the flesh keeps score
..And still the flesh keeps score
