Dance With Life
I've never seen life as nothing but a ball and chain.
I'm stuck up in my silence, sleeping in the pouring rain.
I've never seen life as nothing but a stage for pain.
Cuz once you give and life never gives back, even the hardest of men's hearts fade to black...
Once they dance with life.
The mind is such a battlefield, sometimes I wonder if it's even real.
How could anybody suffer like this?
Inside I've been dead for so long, broken down, praying to keep me holding on.
But knowing it'll never change.
But I can't even cry anymore when the fire is blowing around my eyes, and I learn how to fly in the moment the pain is mowing through my mind.
Like I've never seen life...
I done been through hell on the back of a child's eye, and I done seen enough bloodshed to last a lifetime.
Call me crazy but there's some things in life I'd die to not remember, the past is no pretender it's colder than the winter and lingers like December.
Cuz who would cry if I died tonight?
Ain't nobody crying tonight.
It's just me against the world as I dance with life.
Looking back on life this calloused heart just fades to black, and I can't but wonder how I got this far my mind intact.
Cuz every breath I breathe is life just falling through the cracks, I've been given so many memories that I wish I could give back.
But giving back is more than pretending you're gonna right your wrongs.
Pour your heart out on paper, write it down in a couple songs...
Then go right back to steady chasing down this life of sin.
OK, I admit it, I deserve this hell I'm in.
I made my bed and now I'm sleeping in the pouring rain.
The wages of sin is death and death is the bride of pain.
And pain's the reason I hate breathing, screaming "
Jesus Christ!" But it's this life that's got me wishing I had never seen life.
I'm stuck up in my silence, sleeping in the pouring rain.
I've never seen life as nothing but a stage for pain.
Cuz once you give and life never gives back, even the hardest of men's hearts fade to black...
Once they dance with life.
The mind is such a battlefield, sometimes I wonder if it's even real.
How could anybody suffer like this?
Inside I've been dead for so long, broken down, praying to keep me holding on.
But knowing it'll never change.
But I can't even cry anymore when the fire is blowing around my eyes, and I learn how to fly in the moment the pain is mowing through my mind.
Like I've never seen life...
I done been through hell on the back of a child's eye, and I done seen enough bloodshed to last a lifetime.
Call me crazy but there's some things in life I'd die to not remember, the past is no pretender it's colder than the winter and lingers like December.
Cuz who would cry if I died tonight?
Ain't nobody crying tonight.
It's just me against the world as I dance with life.
Looking back on life this calloused heart just fades to black, and I can't but wonder how I got this far my mind intact.
Cuz every breath I breathe is life just falling through the cracks, I've been given so many memories that I wish I could give back.
But giving back is more than pretending you're gonna right your wrongs.
Pour your heart out on paper, write it down in a couple songs...
Then go right back to steady chasing down this life of sin.
OK, I admit it, I deserve this hell I'm in.
I made my bed and now I'm sleeping in the pouring rain.
The wages of sin is death and death is the bride of pain.
And pain's the reason I hate breathing, screaming "
Jesus Christ!" But it's this life that's got me wishing I had never seen life.
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Ryan Sciullo, Justin N. Spillner, Cameron Russell
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