| Song | skin & bones |
| Artist | A Plea for Purging |
| Album | The Life & Death Of A Plea For Purging |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| These wheels are turning in my head to slowly go where I'd rather be instead. | |
| Laying low. | |
| Skin and bones we know, made of stone move slow. | |
| These are the days fear takes its hold around my throat. | |
| Lost is the chase. | |
| Giving in to distance left to go to make it home. | |
| This heart is bleeding in my chest from letting go. | |
| I just can't stop from needing hope in a better place. | |
| Instead somewhere to grow. | |
| I wish we could start leaving. | |
| Hands and feet won't move. | |
| All these things we'll lose. |