Where do you cross the line between anger and depression?
If your blood runs cold leave these tired eyes in your frustration.
Where do you cross the line between anger and depression?
How is it that the dark always holds on to our shadows?
Holding onto the things we still hate to know.
I hate to sleep the hours off but I just can’t rid this rust
I hate to sleep the hours off but I just can’t rid this rust
If only we could let the tired sleep then our best would be enough
If only we could let the tired sleep
These cards hold the name, Le Serpent Mascara, you know the game
In this endless hall no one will be there to hear me fall
Without sound I’ll continue to hide within my own blue eyes,
And I’ll admit to being so fucking selfish,
Trying to cover up all of my fucking lies .
Pity won’t save you now, her cries will pierce your eyes
Let the guilt bleed on out and this pill will ease your doubts.
Pity won’t save you now, take this pill to ease your doubts.
I wake up every day breathing
Yet that still doesn’t satisfy my prayers
For this death that waits for me
So clear the earth and carve the stone that waits for me.
Shovel the dirt in my grave, label the stone without shame
And tell everyone who knows my name that I’m the only one to blame.
Shovel the dirt in my grave, I’m the only one to blame.
Shovel the dirt in my grave, label the stone without shame
And tell everyone who knows my name that I’m the only one to blame.
Shovel the dirt in my grave, I’m the only one to blame.
So tell everyone who knows my name to shovel the dirt in my grave.
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