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Reach down, pull me out of this mess I have created. Strangled by a lie wrapped in disguise, quenching the appetite for a while. These are remains of a hurt so deep, breaking the skin revealing I am weak, my mind needs reviving.
Get them out, these thoughts that kill me, I have fallen, pick me up. Sanitize this plague filled hole inside, rid my mind of the sickness that resides. I wonât be strong enough to get off the ground, I am tired, sick of the fall.
My strength is weak, my struggles blister me, Iâm reaching toward the end for new strength to begin. I wonât collapse with my gaze fixed ahead. Pull me out, my dead weight drags me down. What have I done to deserve, your love, has undone, my faults.
Collapsing I canât keep forcing myself to choke and bleed. Faceless, swayed by the enemy, Iâm not drugged now, try me. With my face to the ground not a word left to speak, pull me out now. This is remorse for the hardness in me, kill off the appetite, Iâll die to myself inside.
I have not come this far to enslave myself to a death not far off. I have the remains that aggravate for a while, but I wonât give into the way they treat, beating the life out of me. Itâs only You who can save me, Iâm falling. My strength is weak, reach down and save me.
- Album:
- Vainglory
- To Those Perishing