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