To Feel Good - Philosophonic

Cry your eyes out darling
Cure the laugh lines from your smile
Set the dark shroud on your brow
Keep the sunlight from your sight
In the small crowd above me
Lead the conclave of my ties
In the somber sonance
Of the dirge that i devised
To lament to lament the murder
I performed when i drowned my ardour
In the blood that she let from her cut
To escape from the strain to feel good
Now your force is beginning
Resurrecting my desire
Efflorescing within me
As your bloom falls where i lie
If my breaths recommence
Then i'll burn
From the caustic regrets in my blood
Every pulse in the veins a new wound
I'm afraid i'm afraid to feel you
As you flood through the scars you opened
I feel the balsamic salve of your flush
Alkalize and dissolve the mordant
Every breath is a mend to old wounds
As it flows through the veins i'm renewed
Finally fit to begin to feel good