wreckage

• bir (bkz: andrew martin) şarkısı
  
  amnesty/wreckage
  
  you are hands and knees to my standing,
  scrub this bloodless pain away.
  my stature is the issue here
  as if i could escape unscathed.
  
  now you thought you'd conquered heart base alpha,
  felled my body like a tree.
  sapped my only source of pleasure,
  like you sucked right out of me.
  
  i'm a wreckage, you made a wreckage of me.
  now you're hoping for an amnesty.
  but you're joyless and you plague me
  and subsequently i am ugly, a wreckage,
  you made a wreckage of me.
  
  what an unimagined bait you offered,
  what potential it gave.
  well, mr. not-so-impulsive now
  take a look at what you've craved,
  
  how illogical you are to me,
  i've battled long internally,
  sacrificed supremacy, you've nothing left to take from me,
  but my self respect, my dignity.
  
  i'm a wreckage, you made a wreckage of me.
  now you're hoping for an amnesty.
  but you're joyless and you plague me
  and subsequently i am ugly, a wreckage,
  you made a wreckage of me.
  
  embittered yes that's plain to see,
  neutered by the guilt in me
  so i cant hear my own thoughts
  above this loud regret
  and my other self, my other self, lies caged inside your bed.
  
  i'm a wreckage, you made a wreckage of me.
  now you're hoping for an amnesty.
  but you're joyless and you plague me
  and subsequently i am ugly, a wreckage,
  you made a wreckage of me.
  
  a wreckage of me,
  you're hoping for an amnesty.
  but you're joyless and you plague me
  and subsequently i am ugly, a wreckage.
  you made a wreckage of me.
  
  i'm a wreckage, you made a wreckage of me.
  is it a mark of your maturity?
  but you're joyless and you plague me
  and subsequently i am ugly, a wreckage,
  you made a wreckage of me.
  
  a wreckage, a wreckage of me
  you're hoping for an amnesty.
  hoping for an amnesty