The worst is yet to come; that’s what they said. A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head.
We spoke of lies that could raise the dead. A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head. Phantom limbs and buried sins, I’m giving “undead” a whole new meaning. Buried at sea or buried with me, This is my faith crashing. Remove the heart from this machine, Because all I want is an ending. I can see the veins under my skin. Death’s hand is knocking,
It’s time to let him in. He can see my hollow heart and it’s too late to start again. Bitter sweet is death to me,
Too fucked to start again.