Only background noise
Echoes of lives that almost were
Murdered in essence
These are my hands covered in blood
Why?
Im bleeding, Im bleeding right now
Am I?
Am I just dreaming, just dreaming or not?
Ive got a cut inside, a little wound I cannot close
A little scratch inside, the more I breathe the more it grows
Ive got a wound inside, something Ive never felt before
A little scratch inside, forgotten scars come back and hurt
No, I dont know what went wrong
I tried so hard, changed myself to make the pieces fit
But all that kept me alive is slowly killing me
Will it really end like this?
I got a cut inside, bleeding our my unfulfilled hopes
A little scratch inside a crimson mouth of wasted words
[A]
Theres a man on the edge
Torn apart by his fears
Theres a house made of cards
Blown away by the wind
[B]
Theres a man on the edge
No more tricks, no Plan B
Plastic bag on the head
Just to choke all his dreams
[C]
Theres a man on the edge
Things are not what they seem
But who knows what is true
Behind this lucid dream?
[D]
Wake up right now
Theres a way out!
So facing your dark side sometimes means to plunge to the depths
They say the darkest hour is the one just before the dawn
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
