Lyrics A Functional Tumor - East Of The Wall

A Functional Tumor

The visage crumbled, but ignore the wreckage
It’s worth was loaned
As with mange brought by the flea, as with stares brought by the gangly
We’re all marked by the path of our births
As with mange brought by the flea, like the call of the unclean
We’ve been pulled, and the only direction is down
The reek of our kin betrays the stain we’ve hid
I’m the hold.
I’m a mark, a lock
I wouldn’t have lost my breath for lack of a cause
Good god, I couldn’t break free in time from the grasps of stragglers
Grounded and shamed, dragged kicking back through the dirt
We’re all marked.
Always