The False And The Cinematic Lyrics

When the razors break in us it's time to give in
With a feast of wood and dust, a diet of glass, contort, distort
Why am I so attracted to the dangerous relationships so false and cinematic?
For I belong it seems nowhere, slowly imploding, so delicate, with all the answers inside out My time at war with myself
I wish I could touch my skin with my knees
I don't have any joints in my legs, my fingernails start at my ankles and wrists
How could you recognise me wounded, I thought I had covered it up
Di, dice, die, dice

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