These words have slipped again.
Stitch the lips of the mouth that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There's still tie to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal themselves.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
My will is too weak to carry on
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These words have slipped again.
Stitch the lips of the mouth that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There's still tie to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal themselves.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
My will is too weak to carry on
Stitch the lips of the mouth that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
There's still tie to wake up.
Get out while you still can speak.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
This mud is too thick to see through.
The stitches are coming out.
The wounds won't heal themselves.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing... The worse is yet to come.
Days are getting shorter.
Close your eyes for a while.
Rest a little longer.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
My will is too weak to carry on
Writer: A.J BARRETTE, EVAN ANDREW WILLEY, JORDAN WHELAN, JORDAN ROBERT WHELAN, THOMAS JEROLD MILLER, ZACHARY ROBERT ROTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.