Rope

(الألبوم: You're Not You Anymore - 2017)

Portraits of hope
Reflecting of a blade that bears my name
Hanging inches from my head
There is no light bright enough to bring my shadow back to life

A presence that the fortunate weren't predisposed to feel
My seance of surrender will fall upon deaf ears
Promises I have disowned appear before me
Resembling the outline of my soul

Unravel me, every sentence makes me sick
Bound and abandoned by a noose that lifts me off my feet
Hanging like a halo overhead
I knew your rope was made for me

Fading, I fall backwards into the dust
Positioned vertically, but a casket knows to catch me
Buried only waist-deep in the earth
We carve the fading features of our silhouettes into our coffin doors

Hope is a blade that bears my name
I knew your rope was made for me

Hope is a blade that bears my name

I knew your rope was made for me
I knew your rope was made for me