Testi:
End Of The Rope

in the mockery of his prey. Fevered company With an array of wretched-looking Sister faces, Breathing the air of scare and tyranny. Low and behold, the end of our rope

can't breathe under water- i can't be pacified i can't rise from these ashes- i have become one with night i'm nightened the thoughts that crawl to end

Internam contradiction break the skin forsaken noises surrounding temperment fell the void liqueffying ceased existence prying intellect habitual neglect

have to blow my candle out To make yours look brighter So save your breath We always see other's faults, never our own Soon we'll be dangling from the end of our rope

as there's something left to hold I won't let go There's still some hope At the end of my rope At the end of my rope Everyone of us has got a story

I'm lost at the end of my rope And I'm burning, I'm yearning I'm hurting for hope I'm needing this burden to go But I'm searching for Purpose, I'm searching

to blow my candle out To make yours look brighter So save your breath We always see other's faults, never our own Soon we'll be dangling from the end of our rope

surrounds me Petrified, life fades away At the end of my rope I'm waiting Set me free A hopeless end, afraid deep inside Relief from my pain, the end

the end of my rope, my rope) There's still some hope (I'm at the end of my rope, my rope) At the end of my rope At the end of my rope