Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.
My heart is tired,
my soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
Is there a chance that my heart will also be transpired?
My heart is tired
I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
Is there a chance my heart will be also transpired?
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.
I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
and yet, nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.
The Devil has his ways to enthrall.
Nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough,
the Devil has his ways to enthrall.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough
Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough.
My soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough
Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.
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