Cutting the Thread that holds life in line,
To silence is the very weapon you harness.
I say thank you for every scar you have given to me,
And I pray to whatever god there is that this need be the final time.
The end is nigh,
So kill me softly,
Touching the divine through the dead spirit within.
A life in shambles,
Is there a new beginning in store?
The beauty that lashed across my soul
My story of love and death
Has an ending I can’t see.
All the while, inside,
I know I’ll let myself die.
With Fate’s fingerprints on my heart
And a shadow stretched over my eyes,
I’m blind to what I feel,
And I’m blind to what I see.
My very existence is
This may be the end of life,
This may be the fucking end of life…
Chained to the cradle,
Your time is now.
Leave me where I lay
Or we can burn in each other's arms.
For the end of mine,
My heart still bleeds.
Yet I cease to go away,