Sacrificial Bambi lyrics

Plastic in the ocean, I am it
A dream, i could of been sacred
With faster feet, i could of made it
With shaky hands, I cut the wrong wire, i blew it

There is so much hate In my heart
The doctors couldn’t label the arteries,
It was entangled and suffocating in fury
Killing it beautifully like ivy
My body wanted to breathe but God disagreed
God is c*nt and so am I,
I can't believe I got on my knees and begged the universe for a chance,
I feel like I have been raped by religion; I was groomed in confession,

I was led on by the snakе of promise
In the end, i was thе blamed
Now the opposite side of the gate is what i face
I was just a misplaced loose thread
I promise I had no ill intent
God raped my body cold,
I was just his leftovers.
There is nothing but rage in my soul.
My greatest sin was retaliating.
He played my body as if it were a church organ; he wanted to puppet me and to hear me sing

Tears of salt coat the floor
Crying over spilt milk
Don’t tell me i'm the hero that you have killed
I fell in love with your green eyes long before
Reaching the betrayal of page three-hundred and ninety-four
God castrated himself young,
he is ball-less and he’ll never be man enough.
He is as real as he’ll ever be. He hunts for power, never empathy.
He'll take and take, especially from me
Green like ivy
Be the serpent which pulls me in
Which throws the blame onto me
A shame to of thought I was eve
But I was just the lie beneath the tree
Rooting mischievously like ivy
sacrificial lamb, there is blood upon your hands


I linger upon your wet fingers
You washed me off but i still appear under Uv light
I manifest under your nails as if i am the toughest, the most stubborn, of earth
Resentment cannot be washed off with water, you are aware of that right?
I had no proof of the murder, but I had the grudge
Do you believe that I deserved it all?
Do you regret it at all?
Do you agree with what the news said they saw?
Do you think the stories describe you perfectly or hardly at all?
Do you like how nobody knew who did it, not even the law?
When you scrubbed your hands and cut me off, did you at least feel raw?
From the moments you washed me off your fingers, did you ever think id manage to linger?
As you carried me like lumber
Did you believe id recover?
Are you unhappy or did the thrill taste like honey?
In your backyard, when you look at the ivy growing off that tree,
Do you at least see it painting a reaching image of me?
As you sip your coffee, I hope you see how I reach out slowly,
They don't know, but I do and there's nothing more you can take from me
Ill stay put and remember
One day the truth will finally speak
And youll rot from the roots of your teeth
Ill drag you beneath and pierce your skin like ivy
I am plotting slowly
Relentless and full of greed
Watch me and my weeds