Eric, look at me
This time will tell who deserves another start
A beating heart, a pulse in them
A second life, pure of sin
Too many times, I don't win
I refuse to play again
I refuse to lose again
I won't talk to be ignored again
That 38 got his heart
My love and prayers to his counterpart
It could've been another start
But he will rot and he will mourn
His saving grace, his work of art
Every night till his eyes are sore
Every night till his vocals tore
He says a prayer and then shuffles forth
Into thе fray, into the dark
He can't cover his bеating heart
It could last or fail to stay
All his memories fade away
Into the grey, into the dark
I can't cover my bleeding heart
I can't cover these mental scars
I can't picture our time apart
Yeah, I will wait, I will gather up whatever's left
It's mostly hate I tried beating out of my damaged chest
It's too hard to change now
Twenty-four years of pain now
I tried to calm down, but I think we work best when berserk
That 38 got his heart
My love and prayers to his counterpart
It could've been another start
But he will rot and he will mourn
His saving grace, his work of art
Every night till his eyes are sore
Every night till his vocals tore
He says a prayer and then shuffles forth
Into the fray, into the dark
He can't cover his beating heart
It could last or fail to stay
All his memories fade away
Into the grey, into the dark
I can't cover my bleeding heart
I can't cover these mental scars
I can't picture our time apart