From Album : Savage (2017)
The End Of Things
Is that a voice calling me softly?
Nothing in here is quite how it seems
Is that a whisper, searching my fear?
Am I awake or lost in old dreams?
Everything's so cold
The air is so stale
There should be nothing here to see
Is this a warning?
Like in the black book
There can be no one else but me
I see a darker shade of darkness
I hear a shadow hide in the light
I feel a suffocating tension
Within a terrible desire
Everything's so cold
The air is so stale
There should be nothing here to fear
But I am breathing
A child's laughter
Can any part of this be real?
Everything I work for
Everything I long for
Is always just to far
Everything I hope for
Never comes to be
Everything I bleed for
Burns a scar on me
Everything I fight for
Leaves a bitter taste
Everything I cry for
Looks into my face
Everything I scream for
Barely knows my name
Everything I'd die for
Will die just the same
In here
With me
Is this the truth of your forgiveness?
Are you the strangers dead at my door?
Are you the end of this come calling?
Are you the answer I had wished for?
Everything's so cold
The air is so stale
And there is nothing here but me
If I belong here
And this is mercy
Then there is no place I'd rather be
Everything I worked for
Everything I longed for
Was always just to far
Everything I hoped for
It never came to be
Everything I bled for
Burned a scar on me
Everything I fought for
Left a bitter taste
Everything I cried for
Looked into my face
Everything I screamed for
Barely knew my name
Everything I died for
Died just the same
In here
With me
(P) BMG Records 2017