Burials - The Black Hours | Текст песни

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These are the black days
Where sleep heals no wounds
And the best you can hope for
Is the worst of the World

When every panicked breath
Is simply drawing out the pain
And I'm praying for extended hands
To carry me away

Whatever it takes to numb the ache
To push it all aside
To feel anything at any price
When tomorrow could be the start of your life
But you're not sure you want to last the night

These days I hate it all
And I weep for the newborn
That they should ever face this weakened Sun
These days my heart won't seem to work
And it beats shallow in my chest
I am convinced that I was never built to last

My eyelids flicker out of sync
And my smile belies my own within
So you won't have to carry this as well

I lie to save me from myself

I am my own ill-fated burdens
My own cold silent tomb
The hope that might have shone
But never did

So I staple shut the mouth
And I sew up the open wounds
Cause after all
Its better than the truth
Affix the mask and clasp my hands
Ask if this is all I am
Then sit and pray the silence answers back