It's Nothing Personal

Bury Your Dead It's Nothing Personal Album

11.Closed Eyes

Someday we will grow tired of these shells
and someday we wil lay ourselves to rest
I take you into me
Breathing in you deeply
Somedays

Somedays, I can feel you burning through my veins
I look to the light.
I can feel my eyes burn,
looking down,the ground beneath, is falling fast

Shedding the cares of this world
I'm sick.
god knows I'm sick of making
Now I'm so sick of making excuses for myself
Now all the saints are dancing with the demons tonight.
Welcome me home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home