Slow Song

If you pull too hard,

Then the string will break.

And if you leave the slack,

Then the string won't hold..

So how can we find ourselves

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream

But noone can hear.

'X' marks the spot where the dig begins

The treasure is found within

The broken hearts, that are soaked with fear.

Fill the glass to the brim

And it will spill out

And keep a shotgun next to you

Drop it, it will, it will be so blunt.

So how can we find ourselves

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream

But noone can hear.

'X' marks the spot where the dig begins

The treasure is found within

The broken hearts, that are soaked with fear.

Me, I wanted, more, your lies.

Everytime I, awful thought.[x4]

(So how can we find ourself, trapped inside our own private hells) So how can we live on

(Where we just scream but noone can hear) Without your lies

(X marks the spot where they the dig begins) And do without

(The treasure is found within the broken hearts that are soaked with fear) Doing any

Don't try to hide

Doing distempt

I go messed up

Messed up what i had