Sabbath Lyrics

Making shapes in my head.
I'm tracing outlines of the prophets
And celebrities I thought to be dead.
You command the best from me.
But the taste of mothers blood
Don't got that kick I always thought it should be.

If you're all out of excuses you're breaking the law.
It's dumb you have excuses at all.

I'm tracing frames from beneath my bed.
'Cause I have to hide from something,
So I'm hiding from those books that I've read.

Not all your actions
Have come from reactions I saw.
I know I can only run for so long.