Text: Madder Mortem. Lesser Times.

I do recall that face
I've done my best to wash you away
But still your fingerprints on my skin
And still your scent all over me


There's no more time to waste
Now all these fine days are smothered and grey
And I have never felt this low before
And never will again


And I don't think it will work

Leave me bleeding on your doorstep now
Shelter the weakened souls from the ugly things in life
Leave me bleeding alone


This time I really tried