And my wrists weigh me down in a brand new addiction
This armor that I wear, its wrapped round my skin,
My arms hit the ground, pressure without pain,
Theyre heavy and I express myself again
Through bondage in fashion,
The wounds are long gone,
A new fury lives on,
I bear my wrists.
I bear my fixation.
I bear my pain through
Synthetic translations.
And my wrists weigh me down in brand new addiction.
This armor that I wear, its wrapped round my skin,
My arms hit the ground, pressure without pain,
Theyre heavy and I express myself again
Through bondage in fashion,
The wounds are long gone,
A new fury lives on,
I bear my wrists.
I bear my fixation.
I bear my pain through
Synthetic translations.
And my wrists weigh me down in brand new addiction.