This doesn't make much sense
Things fall out but I'm still at home
I'm still lost, walking for gold
The blood has swallowed me up
I'm still lost and gone
There's a butcher on my shoulder
And he's telling me to give in
Always hissing right in my ear
Like it's coming from my own head
It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up
Tell me there's a way to get out of here
Oh, fixed at zero
I've learned to talk with my fingers
The only voice that awakes my ears
It'll make my bones do something
I don't wanna jump on your skin
And to self-hate until the sad one ends
There's no return on this
There's a butcher on my shoulder
There's a butcher on my shoulder
And he's telling me to give in
Always hissing right in my ear
Like it's coming from my own head
It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up
Tell me there's a way to get out of here
Oh, fixed at zero
A dwi'n teimlo
Mae yna fulcher
Ar fy ngwaelod
Ac mae'n dweud i mi gadael
Yn aml yn ysgrifennu
Yn fy mhysgyn
Fel os yw'n mynd o fy hun
Mae gen i'n ymgysylltiedig
Yn ceisio peidio i gadael
Dweud i mi nad oes ffordd i fynd allan o hyn
Oes
Ymgysylltiedig
Yn
Yn
Yn
Yn
Yn


A
Fyny
O
Yn
Yn




I'm
I'm
Fyny
A
Fyny
O