Song | Forging a Future Self |
Artist | After the Burial |
Album | Forging a Future Self |
Please cut this noose. | |
Untie these hands for me. | |
They will insurrect my former self. | |
Hide behind your failed design. | |
Perfect its imperfections. | |
I’ll carry out the plans of old. | |
I’ll dig through the remains of my ruins. | |
Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart. | |
I’ll carry out plans of old. | |
Digging through the remains of my ruins. | |
From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. | |
A strange suffocation, enticing existence. | |
It’s comforting, the artificial life. | |
A ghostly bliss without your kiss. | |
Never grasping what you’ve hoped for. | |
Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. | |
You’ll never feel that loving glow. | |
Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. | |
As you dissipate into the shadows. |
Please cut this noose. | |
Untie these hands for me. | |
They will insurrect my former self. | |
Hide behind your failed design. | |
Perfect its imperfections. | |
I' ll carry out the plans of old. | |
I' ll dig through the remains of my ruins. | |
Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart. | |
I' ll carry out plans of old. | |
Digging through the remains of my ruins. | |
From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. | |
A strange suffocation, enticing existence. | |
It' s comforting, the artificial life. | |
A ghostly bliss without your kiss. | |
Never grasping what you' ve hoped for. | |
Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. | |
You' ll never feel that loving glow. | |
Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. | |
As you dissipate into the shadows. |