it still needs a little more though to be a full song
The morning is over, the night is now done.
No more promises.
No more lies.
Just simply the fact that I remain I.
Tracing the veins of my arms and my soul.
With the cold cutting steel of the blades that grow old.
Tired of living the lie in the dream.
Finally realizing what it all means.
Drifting off slowly to never awake.
Gone without warning it's already too late
No more promises.
No more lies.
No more secrets to be kept inside.
No more motives.
No more drive.
No more reasons to just get by.
Less of the "what ifs" more of the "are's".
Subtracting the feeling and replacing with thoughts.
On what happens if it never goes through.
On if it’s all worth it or if I should just be through.
The ghost are all riding, the demons are woke.
The violins stirring the organ have croaked.
The murderers captured the crime wrapped and done.
No more promises.
No more lies.
No more secrets to be kept inside.
No more motives.
No more drive.
No more reasons to just get by.
No more promises.
No more lies.
Just simply the fact that I remain I.
Tracing the veins of my arms and my soul.
With the cold cutting steel of the blades that grow old.
Tired of living the lie in the dream.
Finally realizing what it all means.
Drifting off slowly to never awake.
Gone without warning it's already too late
No more promises.
No more lies.
No more secrets to be kept inside.
No more motives.
No more drive.
No more reasons to just get by.
Less of the "what ifs" more of the "are's".
Subtracting the feeling and replacing with thoughts.
On what happens if it never goes through.
On if it’s all worth it or if I should just be through.
The ghost are all riding, the demons are woke.
The violins stirring the organ have croaked.
The murderers captured the crime wrapped and done.
No more promises.
No more lies.
No more secrets to be kept inside.
No more motives.
No more drive.
No more reasons to just get by.
