Question:
VERSE 1
These echoes of reality,
That can't stand up to gravity,
They toy with pure brutality,
The breath in my lungs...
This perpetual suffocation,
This near asphyxiation ,
The aches and pains, are,
Shadowing me, evermore..,
PRECHORUS
Would you tear my heart open,
Let the blood spill free,
I want to taste my sweat,
To feel my anguish,
This pain is just,
Toying with me,
Pouring salt on my wounds,
Would you finish this,
Here, and now, I'm finished, send me on my,
Way..
CHORUS
My tears, mar the face, they grace,
My sweat, it tears, the heart that cares,
And all I know, has never been,
My chest it aches, (once) again,
VERSE 2
My tears fall on,
Broken ground,
My sweat it pours on,
Holy ground,
My breath, gets only shorter,
And shorter again,
It plays with me endlessly,
It stabs at me seemingly,
And even as I know I'm real,
It screams I'm artifical,
PRECHORUS
Would you tear my heart open,
Let the blood spill free,
I want to taste my sweat,
To feel my anguish,
This pain is just,
Toying with me,
Pouring salt on my wounds,
Would you finish this,
Here, and now, I'm finished, send me on my,
Way..
Bridge
And here I stay,
Bleeding my life away,
My dreams fade away,
My breath it stays away,
So here I lie,
With no more tears to cry,
And I'm not even sure,
If I'm ready to die,
And here I am,
Close to the end,
And I'm not going,
Through this again,
And if I be,
Able to see,
Through this fog,
Then I will break away!
(Away gets like, wicked screamo' man.)
I typed this up last night.. I'm not sure if I spelled "asphyxiation" right.
Answer:
I will try to RC it. Later.
Answer:
I don't do line by lines, but you're going to kill some people with the salt in the wound cliche, dear. Change it. Seriously. It looks good at the moment. I just briefly skimmed through it though.