Song | Closed Eyes |
Artist | Bury Your Dead |
Album | It's Nothing Personal |
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Someday we will grow tired of these shells | |
and someday we wil lay ourselves to rest | |
I take you into me | |
Breathing in you deeply | |
Somedays | |
Somedays, I can feel you burning through my veins | |
I look to the light. | |
I can feel my eyes burn, | |
looking down,the ground beneath, is falling fast | |
Shedding the cares of this world | |
I'm sick. | |
god knows I'm sick of making | |
Now I'm so sick of making excuses for myself | |
Now all the saints are dancing with the demons tonight. | |
Welcome me home | |
I'm home | |
I'm home | |
I'm home |