bunkerbomb - By a Thread Lyrics

Hanging on
By a thread
Slipping slow
In the head
Skimming the bottom
Dangling nerves edge
Grateful is dead

But life's game, it
Delivers more threads
Some strings you may
Hitch hope to instead

Grasping and missing
Then pinching then
Sliding
Slicing like cuts
Paper like cups
Holding water like
Holes in the hands
Humanity shed
The friends and the love
The blood that he bled

Or like water its rising
Riding and bumping
Never once stopping
No matter the crying
The child is whining
Deaf screaming and
Begging, pleading and trying

The game it has secrets
Ropes and trick trinkets
Appear from black nothing
False promise like laughter
Life's witch is a crafter
Burn hands with grip climbing
But where are we going
All this effort and toying

Let go and we're falling
With a slight hint of that smiling
Skies polluted with threads
That have no beginning or ending