Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't torn apart

Thrown into the lake
I barely make it to land
This moment doesn't exist
It's already slipped, slipped through our fingers
And down the drain with the lessons never learned

It was a fucking waste
Years of covering the tracks I've made
It was a waste of time that I'm never getting back

I'm afraid it's too late, I let the virus spread of a life that I don't want to lead
Days of plague, nights of pure misery
Worlds burning before bleeding eyes
Twenty four hours feels like an eternity
I knew all along that I had to make this end

It's getting hard to see, to see any way out of this
Closure seems so far away
Pressure is closing in on me
Some find comfort in pain, some seek for the answers in vain
Words of hope still mean nothing when it's delivered by the living dead

Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't torn apart
It is what I would have done if mine wasn't dead and torn apart

You'll feel it taint your inside and you will choke on fear
No mercy will ever be shown when you try to utter the words
Please, one last chance

Mould with your hands what lies within your heart
But mine is torn apart