Aphids - Spiritbox

There is a bird of my sin on the windowsill

Crashing up against my shelter

I hate the hollowed out bones and they fracture

The stranger tells me back down

The sparrow follows the thread

I try to remain untangled

I feel the leach in my throat

I’m holding it up to a blue flame

Close the deck on the parasite

Cut the cards and blow out the flame

Follow the thread to the other side

There is blood in the remedy

There is blood in the remedy

And this where I cut my teeth

To fix the broken thing in me

If there’s a shadow underneath

The phantom is the fallacy

The oil is separate

It covers against the blue flame

My words are now useless

Crushing me under the weight

The stranger tells me it’s over

Look at the burns on your finger tips

Repetition is dead

Looking for proof in the chrysalis

And now you’ve rendered me voiceless

Sparrow bones

And my wings clipped

I know there’s blood in the oil

Close the deck

Cut my teeth

The phantom is a fallacy

The sparrow follows the thread

I try to remain untangled

Now I feel the leach in my throat

I’m holding it up to a blue flame

The oil is separate

It covers against the blue flame

My repetition is dead

Looking for proof in the chrysalis

Bird of sin on my windowsill

Brushing up against my shelter

Hollow bones and they fracture

Drag me down and I suffer

The leaches down my throat

I’m trying to take my hold onto the blue flame

Cut the parasite