Spineless lyrics

Crumbling at the very core of my being Dropped on my spine and now I find My spine is made of glass Wax veined, moth to the flame Bones grind, dropped on my spine Bloodstained glass in the sand Softly slaughter the lamb So slow, knife in my back Remains like needle tracks Beautiful words are seldom true Tongue of thorns, my spine is glass Spineglass My spine is glass