Reclusion - Anberlin

There’s someone inside me

That softly kills everyone around

They don’t know they’re dead to me cause

Intent never makes a sound

All along they’ve found I’ve strangled

Lovers who’ve learned from slower hands

In these eleven minutes I could 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 repression

If a stranger turns up missing

This song is my confession

Tell the tales of the trail of dead

Lovers learned from slower hands

Losing self in myself

And my 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 breathe

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