Hanging By a Thread

Hanging above the ground

I sway from side to side, without a feeling found

My feet barely sweep the floor, as my eyes roll back

I can't ignore, that these moments are numbered in sum

For when, the clock strikes one the hand of death is sure to come

A life without a shade of grey, but all I see is black and wish it away

Choking down the barrel of a gun

By the end of the night my mother and father will be losing their son

With this burden (with this burden), my closet has begun to overflow

While the hinges break, it seems as though I am not alone

I have the company, of these skeletons I have stowed away

But sooner or later they would have to come back and haunt me

Following my every step, I'm begging for you to let me go

I'm begging you, I'm begging you, to let me go

Oh death where is thy hand?

For when I greet you it is as a friend

It's time to put this to an end and return me to nothing from which you will send

My name, was forgotten with the knife still fresh in my back

A heart turned to stone, I don't want to live anymore

When a minute within this body, makes me cringe

Strip me bare of this prison

I call home

I call home

Hanging by a thread (hanging by a thread)

With my eyes (with my eyes)

Sewn, shut

Forced to be the only thing, I have tried to keep away

Myself

Kick the chair form underneath my feet

Let me hang by a thread, dead