In the bleak of the morning The rain hits the ground It breaks through the window And I start to drown In the echoed sound of The silent still Where footprints roam through The splintered hill In sheets that smother The precious wound In the open eye of The pale skin moon In four solid walls I reside like a shell With a hollowed-out body And a head full of hell Dig the blade into skin My blood turns to ink As the words burst to colors In the form of a shape A reminder of drive and A will to create I must swim to the surface Before I suffocate ♪ Dig the blade into skin My blood turns to ink As the words burst to colors In the form of a shape A reminder of drive and A will to create I must swim to the surface Before I suffocate ♪ Dig the blade into skin My blood turns to ink As the words burst to colors In the form of a shape A reminder of drive and A will to create I must swim to the surface Before I suffocate