Release, I grant you permission Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise Emerge to snatch one's last breath Hydra-lung will deaden the cries It is time to make the transition You were never one to abide Absurdly ignored premonition Now let the struggle subside
This - the knife that has skewered my heart This - the flowing river of blood This - the morbid thought in my head This - the crimson stain in my bed
My heart bleeds for your confession The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye To covet the lasting impression The river's slaughter swallows your pride The current consumes the almighty I must confess the tide will soon rise Drowning your thoughts of escape How foolish of you to surmise
This - the knife that has skewered my heart This - the flowing river of blood This - the morbid thought in my head This - the crimson stain in my bed This thing that crawls from inside me Expanding, stretching my sanity This - way things have to turn out to be There's no sun, left in your eyes to see... This
Emotion spill into the river Flowing, drifting from side to side Clutch the offering hand of the Reaper As you become the pale River Bride
This - the knife that has skewered my heart This - the flowing river of blood This - the morbid thought in my head This - the crimson stain in my bed This - way things have to turn out to be There's no sun, left in your eyes to see... This This ThisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
