Crumbs For The Murder


Take this breath in my chest
I crave death and nothing less
Slit my throat 'cause I'm better off dead
My life has been wasted

Keep me around as if I had a purpose
I'm speaking out and proving that your wrong
The sweetest sound is when your voice is distant
I'm wanting out if that means taking you on

I've seen your breath written on these pages
You have bled for animals in cages
Was I given straw to build this house?
Tell me why the hell did my walls all fall down?

Keep me around as if I had a purpose
I'm speaking out and proving that your wrong
The sweetest sound is when your voice is distant
I'm wanting out if that means taking you on, and now I'm taking off your crown

Take these hands and turn them into weapons
Change these plans and make them into your's
Take this man and turn his sight from demons
All I am is wanting you more

Now I see what's been hidden inside of me
I'll never question you again







Captcha