You bring your face to mine You speak your wasted mind The depths of wide decline
You're frozen, uncertain, empty inside I've fallen so deep I can't see the light
I'm bleeding my hands are cold I've trusted what I can't see
It took me so long to break the chains of time Servant freedom comes from the inside They could not see you tearing apart everything Such a small one you wanted love.
Dilated, frustrated, you can't get out My fingers keep shaking it's all in vain.
I was born for this I swear This is the part where I break down Maybe the words have lost their shape To paint the picture I can't see for... More from The Working Title