Lyrics

Cracked skin and brittle bones
Break down in the piercing cold
Why do we think we can take the strain?
Our link is all but severed
Yet the feeling's growing stronger
I'm tired of keeping the ghosts at bay

Numb from the feeling
Picking at my scars
Their voices, no faces
Bleeding from the dark

And when the winter's over
I still won't see the sun

I feel the arms of sorrow
Embrace me
Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?
When I reap what I sow

Still I march with broken feet
Too blind to read the signs
Why do we think that the outcome will change?
Every breath opens the wound
Dreaming of an early tomb
I'm tired of choking on jagged words

Numb from the feeling
Picking at my scars
Their voices, no faces
Bleeding from the dark

I feel the arms of sorrow
Embrace me
Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?
When I reap what I sow

Devastation
Creeping in so slow
Laceration
Leaves a mark on my soul

I feel the arms of sorrow
Embrace me
Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?
When I reap what I sow

This time I've suffered enough