Sleepsick
Take time to cut it out of you
Blinding scene it's deafening and only cause it's true
Words collide and fail at the same time
Abandoned by the closest on your side, then left to die
Handed your own heart from the outside
I never knew the shadow of doubt would leave without
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
Taste it down and swallow all the black
A reckoning, it's silencing, a finish till the end
Words collide and fail at the same time
Abandoned by the closest on your side, then left to die
Handed your own heart from the outside
I never knew the shadow of doubt would leave without
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
To rid it out
Sometimes the glitter, see through and clear
Broken vows ring sirens of fear
I never meant to kill us like I did
If it's over, say it's over, she did
I look at my face and what it's done to me
Can't live in this space, cause what it's done to me
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
To rid it out
Blinding scene it's deafening and only cause it's true
Words collide and fail at the same time
Abandoned by the closest on your side, then left to die
Handed your own heart from the outside
I never knew the shadow of doubt would leave without
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
Taste it down and swallow all the black
A reckoning, it's silencing, a finish till the end
Words collide and fail at the same time
Abandoned by the closest on your side, then left to die
Handed your own heart from the outside
I never knew the shadow of doubt would leave without
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
To rid it out
Sometimes the glitter, see through and clear
Broken vows ring sirens of fear
I never meant to kill us like I did
If it's over, say it's over, she did
I look at my face and what it's done to me
Can't live in this space, cause what it's done to me
And I paint a picture of what it used to be
Then set it on fire
To rid it out of me
Rid it out of me
To rid it out
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Nicholas Lindow, Steven Matthew Holt
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