Silk In The Strings - Spiritbox

You crush a delicate moth wing

I see the stain on your fingertips

As if the body was absent

As if the flame was a sycophant

And now I carry you with me

Wrapped in my thoughts like a spider web

I let your words get the best of me

An unconditional relevance

Digested

Spit out, and then

Misdirect

This bitter end

You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

I escape but I carry you with me

Harvest and bring a yield sickening

A mistake, but I carry you with me

Cut Byzantine, so brilliant

Fade 'cause it's all temporary

Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

Escape, I carry you with me

Eyes shining in the dark

Like crystal pools

I can hear your heart

Disgusting

Fade from me

You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

I escape but I carry you with me

Harvest and bring a yield sickening

A mistake, but I carry you with me

Cut Byzantine, so brilliant

Fade 'cause it's all temporary

Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

Escape, I carry you with me

You wrap me up like silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

I escape but I carry you with me

Silk in the strings that pluck me to feed

I escape but I carry you with me