| As the broken sleep
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| Death forgot to thank me when I set her free
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| Come empty and you won’t need anything
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| Believe in your own blood until your heart stops beating
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| And then, you too will be set free
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| Tear down your towers and build bridges
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| Your god is a fraud if you wrote the mission
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| And the devil will die when he has no witness
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| I’m not broken, I am nothing
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| I’m the vessel, not the poison
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| And I didn’t want to lose you, but sometimes I forget
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| When my prayers feel like they’re just cigarettes
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| They’ll take the headache away, then turn to ash
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| And they bring me back to life every time I find a new light
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| But then they bring up my past
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| And I fall further and further and further
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| Until I’m afraid to get back up because I don’t want to fall again
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| And I never thought I would be the one to fall in love
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| And I also never thought I’d be the one
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| The one to call it off
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| But if there’s one thing I know about myself
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| It’s that I don’t know anything about myself
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| 'Cause you were nothing than a choice I had to choose
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| A tool I had to use
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| My favorite drug and my favorite excuse
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| And my hands are not clean, maybe they never will be
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| But they can still carry you home when you’re ready to sleep
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| And the only reason the devil’s alive in you and me
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| Is because we disrupted him when he tried to fall asleep |