THE DEAR HUNTER – This Body

I’m struggling on strange extremities
To run after a light that keeps on dimming
But these bones will only brittle and decay
While the space between my body and my mind keeps caving
In…(Oh my God)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)
And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah)

I’ve been stirred by something wretched, something weary
But the sentiment is starting to seduce
(Oh my God)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)
And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah)
But I can’t say that I mind my body burning (Yeah)
Cause this body’s not a temple it’s a prison (Yeah)

Somewhere I went wrong and gave into this holy terrible mess in an attempt to do what I thought was right

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)
This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison (Yeah)

This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison
This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison
Your body’s not a temple, it’s a prison
This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison