Four Chambers from Myself Misspelled by Brimheim

I’m swimming through your arteries
I can barely breathe
in the cavities
of your wisdom teeth
but I can always feel the blood running through
the four chambers of your beating heart

A faint light shining through
all of your open wounds
When you hold your breath
We’re both closer to death
at least for a minute or two

Oh the crack of your neck when you turn your head
there’s a sticky dark pool of blood in your bed

I’m swimming through your arteries
I don’t wanna leave your anatomy
I am the insanity of an incurable disease
I live in the rats an in the fleas

A faint light shining through
All of your open wounds
when you hold your breath
we’re both closer to death
at least for a minute or two

Oh the crack of your neck when you turn your head
there’s a sticky dark pool of blood in your bed

• Alternative
• alt pop
• alt rock
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• soft grunge
• Malmö