Hester Prynne - Cold Blooded Comfort

My greatest comfort has always been sedation Fading to black has always been my escape, for I've long been a sinner and cast my hatred to the saints Like weights tied around my legs, yearning pulls me to the bottom of the ocean known as despair I've often questioned the end as much as I have welcomed it Withering flesh, all that's left of a buried conscious I've exposed my bones to the surfaces and stood idly by as I wait for them to break Staring into the open sky, waiting for answers I don't deserve I am waiting for answers I haven't earned I've been left with a vague reflection of the child that I was born Silence has become his only offer since I turned my back to him, fuck I keep on digging deeper into despair Of all the risen angels, why was I left behind to live like this Teasing the wolves awaiting bloodshed, praying that I can hold my wounds together for long to get out of the woods Of all the risen angels why was I left behind to live like this The mirror lies... The mirror fucking lies