No Servant of Mine - Counterparts

In you, no passion bleeds

A shell that’s thin and withering

Did you misplace your flame

In pursuit of a new hell to help you heal or burn the same?

Dedication makes a martyr out of me

While you’re afraid to offer flakes of skin

Your fire dies, dependent on the embers I provide

Shield your blaze from beads of sweat

No servant

No servant of mine

Turn your back and flee

Bending over backwards to be sure we watched you leave

No servant of mine

Turn your back and flee

You are not owed more than the shoulders you have burdened

Contentment breeds in our disintegration

Like bitter pills digested by the sick

I wish you luck and hope you’ve found your medicine

Pray that it kills you quick

The chase has clouded your perception

Beg to be buried in the sky

Dependent on the embers I provide, your fire dies

The same mud buries both of us alive

And still you search for different shades of dirt

No servant

No servant of mine

Turn your back and flee

Bending over backwards to be sure we watched you leave

No servant of mine

Turn your back and flee

You are not owed more than the shoulders you have burdened