Dead On The Vine

I have to endure assaults on my mind

Or wither away and then die on the vine

I used to be pure, I used to be kind

But now all I feel is a hatred inside

I liked it before, I hate it this time

I felt like the worm on the end of the line

This moment is fitting, so goddamn divine

And now I'm a broken vessel

So who gets to shake me now?

Oh, who gets to cut me down?

Oh, who gets to break me then pillage and rape me

Then leave me alive somehow?

Oh

No, I don't deserve the things that feel good

And I don't behave in the way that I should

These lessons we learned and kept from childhood

Emotionally stunted, I fell where I stood

I tried it before and failed it this time

I felt like a coward that's missing a spine

This moment is fleeting, no love for myself

And I'm the unspoken asshole

So who gets to shake me now?

Oh, who gets to cut me down?

Oh, who gets to break me then pillage and rape me

Then leave me alive somehow?

Oh

So who gets to shake me now?

Well, who gets to cut me down?

Oh, who gets to break me then pillage and rape me

Then leave me alive somehow?

Who gets to shake me now?

Oh, who gets to cut me down?

Oh, who gets to break me then pillage and rape me

Then leave me alive somehow?

So who gets to shake me now? (Why would you keep me down?)

Oh, who gets to cut me down? (Why would you keep me down?)

Oh, who gets to break me then pillage and rape me

Then leave me alive somehow?

(Why would you keep me)

Down

Down