Head Wound City — Old Age Takes Too Long lyrics

Lyrics

I give good headaches
I’m made of mistakes
A disease named after me Haunts the adjustment fakes
I’m just a thing
A dull shape, a cliché
A figure of speech
Taught to forget in full swing
The scavenger feeds
Circling dead memories
I’m told to mend my own heart
I’ve tossed out every piece