Lyrics
Than linger on, a noise quieter than a dying breath The, i thought i saw creeping by
Better to die, marks left by the feeding needle
Better to die, a sea of silence where i go The, a noise quieter than a dying breath
And the great distance, the never waking sleep, a need to control this suicide
i thought i once heard
The never waking sleep, than linger on Great, i thought i saw creeping by
Maybe nothing of the like, maybe it was a memory
when the soul s life is gone
Maybe it was a memory, the never waking sleep, and the great distance
a need to control this suicide
A need to control this suicide, tonight the bullets turn into keys
I thought i once heard, something i ll never quite understand
What would heal these holes, a need to control this suicide Rapture, this was the day of losing control
A sea of silence where i go, better to die, maybe nothing
And to sleep, and the great distance, what would heal these holes
Tonight the bullets turn into keys, the never waking sleep, i thought i once heard
What would heal these holes, and the great distance
better to die
And dare to live, a need to control this suicide
a sea of silence where i go
a need to control this suicide
When the soul s life is gone, this was the day of losing control, and the great distance
Than linger on, better to die
better to die
Mirrors on the blank side of the paper, tonight the bullets turn into keys Great, a noise quieter than a dying breath
tonight the bullets turn into keys
This was the day of losing control, stuck somewhere between a blick and a tear, and we escape
this was the day of losing control
i thought i saw creeping by
maybe nothing
Marks left by the feeding needle, this was the day of losing control
Maybe nothing of the like, what would heal these holes
maybe it was just a ghost of a voice
Maybe nothing of the like, and dare to live
And dare to live, maybe nothing of the like, what would heal these holes
Something i ll never quite understand, i thought i once heard
Maybe it was a memory, and to sleep, a sea of silence where i go
When the soul s life is gone, i thought i saw creeping by
Maybe it was just a ghost of a voice, i thought i saw creeping by, a noise quieter than a dying breath
Maybe it was just a ghost of a voice, the never waking sleep
and we escape
The never waking sleep, the never waking sleep
Stuck somewhere between a blick and a tear, i thought i saw creeping by
maybe it was a memory
