Thornhill

Branwen

With time still, back in Thornhill
I feel my eyes dry with this wind chill
I could not cry, but I quake still
As I become her victim in this first kill
Under streetlights, down in Thornhill
This the first and last time
Life was too real
As I pass time, in my own filth
On my death bed, in this landfill

And she pulls back on that black hilt
Just sliding out my heart
Gripping blue steel
When I fight back, I just fall back
To place my hand upon my chest
And feel my palm fill and paint these walls
I thought we were joking 'til she
Said she really mean it pulling at my skin
I felt the tissue lose feeling
She said "It’s not my problem
I'm tryna help you"
But you're killing me, my love
I know you know that I knew

With time still, back in Thornhill
I feel my eyes dry with this wind chill
I could not cry, but I quake still
As I become her victim in this first kill
Under streetlights, down in Thornhill
This the first and last time
Life was too real
As I pass time, in my own filth
On my death bed, in this landfill