Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't torn apart
Thrown into the lake. I barely make it to land. This moment doesn't exist
It's already slipped, slipped through our fingers and down the drain with the lessons never learned
It was a f*cking waste. Years of covering the tracks I've made
It was a waste of time that I'm never getting back
I'm afraid it's too late, I let the virus spread of a life that I don't want to lead
Days of plague, nights of pure misery. Worlds burning before bleeding eyes
Twenty four hours feels like an eternity. I knew all along that I had to make this end
It's getting hard to see, to see any way out of this. Closure seems so far away. Pressure is closing in on me
Some find comfort in pain, some seek for the answers in vain
Words of hope still mean nothing when it's delivered by the living dead
Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't torn apart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't dead and torn apart
You'll feel it taint your inside and you will choke on fear
No mercy will ever be shown when you try to utter the words ''Please, one last chance''
Mould with your hands what lies within your heart. But mine is torn apart