| Hallow this — and maybe you can swallow this — I don’t know
|
| I guess it always seems that something in this life is diseased
|
| But guess what I know — Here’s something you can’t devour
|
| It’s something moving with the tide and now it’s ripping you from inside
|
| Follow me into the Abyss of the windfall that’s tearing you down
|
| It’s okay to believe that there’s something in nothing now
|
| I’m at the end of my rope
|
| If I could give — I bet I would play dead
|
| If I could live — I’d fall apart again
|
| If I could fly — away from all this pain
|
| If I could run — I’d crumble again
|
| Please rewind — retrace your life — and then you’ll find
|
| That everything you learned in this — is just a pile of worthlessness
|
| So suffocate — and maybe you can separate
|
| And in the end — it’s no surprise — that only in death will you realize
|
| I’m at the end of my rope
|
| If I could give — I bet I would play dead
|
| If I could live — I’d fall apart again
|
| If I could fly — away from all this pain
|
| If I could run — I’d crumble again
|
| If it’s true — it’s just to pass the time — just to pacify my mind to bind
|
| You can’t drive when your blind — and it burns your eyes
|
| You can’t hold me to a place in time — where I’m stuck behind
|
| You can’t climb out of the flood — the sign — listen to the lies that cut
|
| You up inside — and the blood will stain our lives
|
| If I could…
|
| I’m at the end of my rope
|
| If I could give more — yeah
|
| If I could cut me in any way I could
|
| If I could fly away
|
| If I could run… If I could |