gurgling, gasping for air
i need the breath of life
the breath of life
the breath of life
i am weak from the fight
and i can still hear them celebrating victory
wiping the blood from my face
the pain creeps in taking over my thoughts
my spirit lays broken, shattered, shrouded by you
your icy pale skin in the cemetery plot i dug for you
i push you in and i like it
hating the darkness which becomes my flesh
inside this shell you try to hide
your still churning
mind and spirit burning
torture love never fails
exception in your case
failure comes quite naturally or so it seems
fading in and out from black to white, to black to white again
watching the blood running down my cheek
and my spirit lays broken
and i feel so shattered and so tired
i dug a hold six feet deep for you and you want it