[Intro] Sitting as violence seeps in my mind, They say tortured souls don’t last in time— (Tortured souls don’t last in time…) So what does that make them? Death…. walking toward my own demise? [Chorus] Bending light to help the blind see, The acoustics vibrate inside me, My chest is haunted to death, Memories are the seeds that bleed, ohhh! [Verse 2] Accused, erased, deceased—I’d be The rise and fall of something… me. Ribs break under weight unspoken, Darkness crawling—grown from what they gave. (From what they gave) [Chorus] Bending light to help the blind see, The acoustics vibrate inside me, My chest is haunted to death, Memories are the seeds that bleed, Don’t forget— it erases, it feeds, ohhh [Bridge] Am I the wound or the knife still turning? I choke on the silence they carved in my throat. Am I the ghost or the grave they keep filling? Either way, the sacrifice keeps spilling. (Sacrifice keeps spilling)… [Final Chorus] Bending light to help the blind see, Acoustics vibrate, tearing through me, Chest haunted to death—no release, Memories, the seeds that bleed. Don’t forget… it erases… it feeds… Don’t forget… it erases… it feeds… [Outro] The decay remains as I evaporate, So what does that make me now? Life… clinging to its own remains.
