You wear the light I was denied You walk as if you've never died You breathe the air that should be mine You eat the fruit, I taste the rind You make me sick with all you are You hold the heaven, I the scar You sleep inside a skin so clean You live the life I should have been You count your coins with quiet hands You bought the earth, you own the lands You touch her waist, you call her dear You drink her laughter while I hear The silence twisting in my ear You make me sick with all you are You hold the heaven, I the scar You sleep inside a skin so clean You live the life I should have been I'd peel your face off just to wear A single hour of your air I'd drink your fortune, bone and breath I'd fuck your lover into death And still not taste what you possess You make me rot with what you are You hold the heaven, I the scar You walk so golden, upright, clean You are the life I'll never be I hate the God who made you β me
