Текст песни Clots

And the clots, they never stop They barricade my veins And the clots keep building up They suffocate my brain I built them to destroy myself They're circling the prey I push until I break I feel them start to scrape The core of all I am is chiseling away And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time We turn to mud or turn to stone, it's the grand design A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside We all self-destruct, to love is to deny And that is life. And the clots, they never stop They tear beneath my skin And the clots keep building up They rip new holes again You're here to turn me inside out And then turn me away For all my life I'd choke On clouds of savior's smoke Until my blackened soul was burning away And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time We turn to mud or turn to stone, it's the grand design A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside We all self-destruct, to love is to deny And that is life. We build our castles and we stomp them back to dust. Like ants, we climb the hill again. Tell me how many times Am I supposed to die Before you lift the cross and let a man rise. And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time We turn to mud or turn to stone, it's the grand design A maze of petrified hearts and I'm lost inside We all self-destruct, to love is to deny And that is life We are the clots