A pulse beats,
in the darkness.
Everything flows naturally.
As the old lepers all die,
to the other side.
Till then,
we can breathe out clean.
All the crows flee,
up to the sky.
A little torn red book,
full of lies.
Bleeds out with all its might.
Trys to live the night.
It’s consumed,
by all the beast within.
I say it’s, better now,
Even though I never learned how to swim.
I say it’s, better now,
Even though I never learned how to swim.
I start to cry,
when I notice,
I really am truly alone.
Before I even knew it,
I never them in.
I think I locked them outside,
again.
It beats out a spread,
makes a trench.
It can flow so naturally.
So I can scream out,
my book of lies.
I think,
thats the end of me.
How could I never see,
where I lied?
A bed of nails,
when I wished,
for a goodnight.
My simple sanity,
is wearing thin.
I only had to let help in.
I say it’s, better now,
Even though I never learned how to swim.
I say it’s, better now,
Even though I never learned how to swim.
Since I lost all my faith!
It just goes, wiped straight!
I just sleep in the deepest sea.
I say it’s, better now,
I say it’s, better now,
I say it’s, better now,
Even though I never learned how to swim.
