Anberlin Reclusion

There's something inside me
That softly kills everyone around
They don't know their dead to me 'cuz
Intent never makes a sound
All along they have found I've strangled
Lovers who've learned from slower hands
In these eleven minutes I can teach you what I am

You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide
You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide

There's an art in seclusion
Production in depression
If a stranger turns up missing
This song is my confession
Tell the tails of the trails of dead
Lovers learn from slower hands
Losing myself in myself
Inner demons, make demands

You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide
You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide

You're suffocating me
So very hard to breath
My mask is growing heavy
But I've forgotten who's beneath

You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide
You're sick
Sick as all the
Secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are
So very hard to hide