P.S.
Her heart
Oh, her heart bleeds
Oh, her heart
Oh, her heart bleeds
It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze
At the page, at the page
At the faces of nameless
You're alone again
And this distortion is an apt replacement for
An unquenchable desire for more
More pages strewn across this sickening floor
I can't look at this
I can't look at you
I can't look at me
I can't
If they saw
What those eyes have seen
If they saw
What those eyes have seen
Oh, how her heart it would bleed
If she only knew those abusive roots
And how the children would weep
If they only saw what those eyes have seen
It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay
It always takes us further than we wanted to go, go, go, go, go
But you don't mind
No you don't mind at the time
Begging to be set free
Of what we were meant to be
Begging to be set free
Of what we were meant to be
Innocence
It's inside you and your soul is longing, yearning
Pleading to be set free
Within your eyes
Within my eyes
Within our eyes
There could never be a more complete perversion of what we
Were meant to be
And with all that is in me I hate this
As we're sinking inside this ever-feeding illness
We are all quite silent
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Oh, her heart bleeds
Oh, her heart
Oh, her heart bleeds
It is a basis for your heartfelt hunger so gaze
At the page, at the page
At the faces of nameless
You're alone again
And this distortion is an apt replacement for
An unquenchable desire for more
More pages strewn across this sickening floor
I can't look at this
I can't look at you
I can't look at me
I can't
If they saw
What those eyes have seen
If they saw
What those eyes have seen
Oh, how her heart it would bleed
If she only knew those abusive roots
And how the children would weep
If they only saw what those eyes have seen
It always keeps us longer than we wanted to stay
It always takes us further than we wanted to go, go, go, go, go
But you don't mind
No you don't mind at the time
Begging to be set free
Of what we were meant to be
Begging to be set free
Of what we were meant to be
Innocence
It's inside you and your soul is longing, yearning
Pleading to be set free
Within your eyes
Within my eyes
Within our eyes
There could never be a more complete perversion of what we
Were meant to be
And with all that is in me I hate this
As we're sinking inside this ever-feeding illness
We are all quite silent
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Sitting still
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Albert Schwab, Randy Michael Torres, Steven Allen Dail, Alexander William Albert
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