Twisted Love from Mean Bone by Buzzard

I bite my tongue, I bite my tongue, I bite my tongue…
Until I spit it all out.

If you don’t mind me asking,
What the fuck’s wrong with you?
I’m so bewildered
By all the fucked-up things you do.

You shake my foundations
About what I am,
And you make me wonder
If the human race ain’t worth a damn.

Then I remember
How none of this matters,
Least of all your twisted love.

I say, “Look at me, listen,”
But not a word gets through.
You got the magic power
To make the world revolve around you.

You huff and puff and stomp and cry and lie
And say your shitty little things.
Even though you’re psycho,
Still your stupid bullshit stings.

Then I remember
How none of this matters,
None of humanity’s endeavors,
Least of all your twisted love.

I bite my tongue, I bite my tongue, I bite my tongue…
Until I spit it all out.

Then I remember
How none of this matters,
None of humanity’s endeavors,
The scripture and the torture,
Least of all your twisted love.

• Americana
• Metal
• doom
• folk
• stoner
• Massachusetts