Bone Orchard - Shihad

Get the sinking feeling

You’re behind my head again

And the more I weed, the more it grows

And here I am, hung by my toes

The time spent set in cement

Spent wasting my time

When I could have been pulling it down

It’s my release

Held down, entangled

It’s a web of my own making

And this desolation’s shaking me apart

Build it up, paste it up, stick it up

Stuck up.

Fucked.

Such a shame

My defences have become my own restrictions

My love

Talk to me

It’s a bone orchard

You cast your shadow

On my heart

It’s a bone orchard