كلمات Cutter

Severed my roots of dead family trees Finding the damage inside (of me) Parting blood red seas on bended knee Too much to ask when it's so hard to breathe No way out Tearing my soul to finally see The real wreckage between (you and me) A cold grin for these [illegible] door My haywire heart, your product of war No way out Cutting myself for clarity Jest keep falling No way out, cutter Cutting myself for clarity I just keep falling into darkness Cutting myself for clarity Just keep falling One way down No way out