Vocals, Acoustic Guitar: Eliza Rush
Electric Guitar: Brook South
Bass: Josh Sceurman
Drums: Richard Frikkers
LYRICS
Hot, silent tears.
The sting of your slap
Leaves a scar on my heart.
You’re so good at pretending
Even you believe it
But I see you
And it boils up inside
And makes me writhe
It tears a hole
That gets bigger with time
Until it takes over
And all that remains
Is an empty, dark shell
Of pain.
The rain is cold
Still it offers no respite
From the seething in my soul.
I’m so good at pretending
Even you believe it
Something needs to change
‘Cause it boils up inside
And makes me writhe
It tears a hole
That gets bigger with time
Until it takes over
And all that remains
Is an empty, dark shell
Of pain.
The scowling clouds
A blanket of darkness
On the edge of earth and sky
Is it still pretending
When you know it’s true?
What’s the point anymore.
And it boils up inside
And makes me writhe
It tears a hole
That gets bigger with time
Until it takes over
And all that remains
Is an empty, dark shell
Of pain.