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[Verse 1]

Your eyes judge like a jury locked in a trial

No respect for the odd and innocent

Guilty, now shut the doors and then open fire

Some fail to make the connection and lose beauty in a mound of rejection

Can’t we understand that no life is out of our hands?

Suffocation and the fear of living setting in so let go

Let go before he lets go

Patience is wearing thin and leaving him so let go

Let go before he lets go of this life

I wonder what goes on before he lets go, he says:

[Chorus]

"Send an angel to pull me from the hell below

This weight is far too much to own and this body doesn’t feel like home

Send an angel, I feel I’m dying all alone

So lift me up or let me go, because this body doesn’t feel like home

No, this body doesn’t feel like home

No"

[Verse 2]

Love feels far away

The lack of motivation keeps his soul from bettering his own life

Now he’s next level with a bottle and a blade retreating in his own way