A Song For the Broken
Can you feel it clawing in the back of your mind?
It happens all the time.
Can you feel it in the back of your bones?
Can you feel it head to toe?
My demons are clawing their way to the surface.
The surface.
There’s nowhere to hide. Just wait and see,
The darkness inside of me.
I can feel them in my throat.
I can feel them in my bones.
They drag me down to the depths of hell
And lock me in a jail cell
I try to swim, instead I sink
I can’t even freaking think.
They’re going to rip me apart
Rip me apart.
Rip me apart.
My demons are clawing their way to the surface.
The surface.
Think of me at dawn,
In your dreams when I’m gone.
All I can do is sin,
So think of me then.
So drag me down, down, down,
Away from this, town, town, town,
Drag me down.
Drag me down.
So drag me down, down, down,
Away from this, town, town, town
So drag me.
Copyright © Anthony Whitacre | Year Posted 2014
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