[Verse 1] If it all went dim I would not protest Too much light can bruise Too much touch can wet the cheeks Every bite I take Leaves a sharper ache Every little yes Has a thorn hidden in its wake [Pre-Chorus] Wanting breeds the wound Then the wound wants more Joy is just a door That opens to another door [Chorus] Better if there were nothing Better if there were none Better if the plate stayed empty Better than the burn and run Better if there were nothing (there were nothing) Better if there were none (there were none) What we call relief Is a blade with sugar on [Verse 2] The fox goes in the trap The mare goes down the lane The crow keeps what is left While the field reminisce pain I've seen grandeur feasts Ends with deafening silence The hand that held the knives Still asks for another taste with haste [Pre-Chorus] Wanting breeds the wound Then the wound wants more Joy is just a door That opens to another door [Chorus] Better if there were nothing Better if there were none Better if the room stayed empty Better than the burn and run Better if there were nothing (there were nothing) Better if there were none (there were none) What we call relief Is a blade with sugar on [Bridge] Still I wake and reach Still you fake and preach Still the heart keeps feeding What it never gets back One life chews another One grief feeds the line The devoured animal Has the longer cry And the devourer with Momentary pleasure [Chorus] Better if there were nothing Better if there were none Better if the field stayed empty Better than the burn and run Better if there were nothing (there were nothing) Better if there were none (there were none) What we call relief Is a blade with sugar on Better if there were nothing Better if there were none 🔒 © 2026 Eclectic Whiz
