Treading water
Bloodless slaughter
It’s time (You’re mine)
I feel this aching sorrow
Prayed there’d be no tomorrow
There’s not much left inside me
Will this way change how I see?
Step carefully
Trust grudgingly
No, you can’t be here!
You’ve got to go
My mind is gone, I’ve lost my hold
You should’ve stayed six feet below
I can feel this savage essence welling up inside me
It’s begging for release
I’ll make this right; you will die
Wrapping my hands round your neck
(Please, you’re killing me)
I’m only doing what’s best
(It’s hypocrisy)
I don’t care
(You can’t go back)
I’m already there
There’s nothing
There’s nothing left
It’s over
It’s over with
I won’t let this define me
I swear I’ll make it right
I’ll chain these thoughts that bind me
I’m coming home tonight
This life has kept me kneeling, now it’s my time to stand
I’m on my way
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