Chimaera. Other. Forsaken. Zeneszám

I cover your eyes with filth / And clear the shit out of mine.
Breathless weightless / Removed my heart / As I paint myself the colour of love / Breathless weightless / Removed my soul / Your harms never called me home.
These shackles of my past / Never left me a second chance / To die my daily part.
My fingers tickle the trigger / And my eyes stare to the floor / As if they're looking for a reason / To keep me alive.
It left me with something / Some call heart / But I just can't feel it anymore.
There's no difference between anger and pain / Slicing my throat seems the only reminder / Of the blood on your conscience.
I humble myself again / To find a place / To reconcile to reunite.
My fingers tickle the trigger / And my eyes stare to the floor / As if they're looking for a reason / To keep me alive.
Refit refine regain / Reduce redress maintain