You, the Tomb

And I hate that to tell you.

I can no longer help you.

I will no longer hold you,

fuck, fight and clothe you,

all I can say is just stop.

Slow down, lady.

I wont ever, let you sleep.

Hold on gently,

oh.

Oh, sweetie tell me where have you been?

It’s getting dark and Ive lost a will to live.

There’s a sound and its ringing in my head.

But that sound, oh that sound

But that sound, oh that sound.

Ill close my fist and clench it tight, 

then you will finally see that who was right. 

This is right and you were wrong.

I’ll take a swim pretend that I died.

I’ll tear these walls and and we will all see, 

the chains will always try to bind me.

I cross the valley and through the rain,

I realize now, that you will do it again.

With this and that.

Now let’s keep things slow.

You say that you lied,

but I already know.

I see that your human,

and we’ll all turn to dust,

but when I stand in a fire,

I need someone to trust.

Nobody stops,

and nobody knows,

your striking that same old fashioned pose.

So come back home.