كلمات Split Second (undertow)

The mind's a fragile thing The blade slid through her skin Is this worth fighting for? A burning shelter Watch in awe A cozy prison Like a house built on quicksand Tired of fighting friend and foe My love Shards of glass, ripping flesh Reflecting the light In a million colours Beautiful yet deadly projectiles Slow-motion movements Embraced by the undertow The colours disappear Calming shadows Soothing darkness Raging silence Black-out The mind's a fragile thing The blade slid through her skin Some things can never be undone Are unforgiven The world went silent And the ground became the sky Sinking deep, drowning in Red liquid