This Body

I'm struggling on strange extremities

To run after a light that keeps on dimming

But these bones will only brittle and decay

While the space between my body and my mind keeps caving in

Oh my god.

This body's not a temple, it's a prison, yeah

And every wall inside here is on fire, yeah.

I've been stirred by something wretched, something weary

But the sentiment is starting to seduce

Oh my god.

This body's not a temple, it's a prison, yeah

And every wall inside here is on fire, yeah

But I can't say that I mind my body burning, yeah

Cause this body's not a temple it's a prison, yeah.

Somewhere I went wrong and gave into this holy terrible mess in an attempt to do what I thought was right.

This body's not a temple, it's a prison, yeah

This body's not a temple, it's a prison, yeah.

This body's not a temple, it's a prison

This body's not a temple, it's a prison

Your body's not a temple, it's a prison

This body's not a temple, it's a prison.