These lungs can't hold much air no more
Yea, they've been slashed up real good
This heart don't beat that much these days
There ain't much blood left anyways
And all is quiet, motionless; dead on the shore
So I'll take this pain and pawn it off, till you call me yours
Just please don't leave
I chase the star for days upon days, but still it's trickling away
I watch the skies, I read the signs, days become weeks
Melt into years, fruitless years
Throughout these years, my hope fosters a hate
Severance; isolation from that which I need
My mind ablaze, yet my soul still yearns for
Solace, clarity, numbness
Something, just anything
To quench this spiteful flame
Depression's maw snaps at my legs
And so I'll crawl, listless and stricken
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
I'm suffocating, choking on the smoke of a body that burns
Incinerating, illuminating the deepest corners of the soul
Bathed in light, my spirit just might separate from these earthly bounds
To join the great caravan of the deceased
Now
Could you ever have believed the somber hex inflicted on me?
When I die, my disease will feed the soil
It's always looming, this mortal coil
So steal one glance before you turn; this is the funeral of all that you have learned
You're writhing
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
Tower of Babel - Gods of Pain Lyrics
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These lungs can't hold much air no more
Yea, they've been slashed up real good
This heart don't beat that much these days
There ain't much blood left anyways
And all is quiet, motionless; dead on the shore
So I'll take this pain and pawn it off, till you call me yours
Just please don't leave
I chase the star for days upon days, but still it's trickling away
I watch the skies, I read the signs, days become weeks
Melt into years, fruitless years
Throughout these years, my hope fosters a hate
Severance; isolation from that which I need
My mind ablaze, yet my soul still yearns for
Solace, clarity, numbness
Something, just anything
To quench this spiteful flame
Depression's maw snaps at my legs
And so I'll crawl, listless and stricken
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
I'm suffocating, choking on the smoke of a body that burns
Incinerating, illuminating the deepest corners of the soul
Bathed in light, my spirit just might separate from these earthly bounds
To join the great caravan of the deceased
Now
Could you ever have believed the somber hex inflicted on me?
When I die, my disease will feed the soil
It's always looming, this mortal coil
So steal one glance before you turn; this is the funeral of all that you have learned
You're writhing
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
Yea, they've been slashed up real good
This heart don't beat that much these days
There ain't much blood left anyways
And all is quiet, motionless; dead on the shore
So I'll take this pain and pawn it off, till you call me yours
Just please don't leave
I chase the star for days upon days, but still it's trickling away
I watch the skies, I read the signs, days become weeks
Melt into years, fruitless years
Throughout these years, my hope fosters a hate
Severance; isolation from that which I need
My mind ablaze, yet my soul still yearns for
Solace, clarity, numbness
Something, just anything
To quench this spiteful flame
Depression's maw snaps at my legs
And so I'll crawl, listless and stricken
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
I'm suffocating, choking on the smoke of a body that burns
Incinerating, illuminating the deepest corners of the soul
Bathed in light, my spirit just might separate from these earthly bounds
To join the great caravan of the deceased
Now
Could you ever have believed the somber hex inflicted on me?
When I die, my disease will feed the soil
It's always looming, this mortal coil
So steal one glance before you turn; this is the funeral of all that you have learned
You're writhing
Gods of Pain, leave me to rot
Always find myself grasping at empty words; excuses devoid of anything rooted in reality
So Gods of Pain, please just let me be
Writer: Brandon Moore
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