Jamestown Story - If You Live By The Sword, You Die By The Sword lyrics

I open my eyes

But still manage to dream

And this cold bathroom floor

Now just feels like home to me

I stumble to the mirror

And I naturally start to clean

But my body's scorned with marks that say

"these aren't the last lines that I'll see"

So please cut this string

Attached to my wrists

And buried in my shaking palm

I hold this evil in my fist

I relive my pain

With every scar

It's a battle field of memories

That just won't go away from me

This world has tied me down

And the knot keeps tightening

Cause I'm just a puppet

Dangling from this breaking string

And maybe I'll turn this

blade the other way

And roll up my sleeves

To let the scars show my mistakes

So please cut this string

Attached to my wrists

And buried in my shaking palm

I hold this evil in my fist

I relive my pain

With every scar

It's a battle field of memories

That just won't go away from me

You couldn't make the cut

So now you'll make this cut

You couldn't make the cut

So now you'll make this cut

You couldn't make the cut

So now you'll make this cut

You couldn't make the cut

So now you'll make this cut

I can't breathe, I'm in need

Where's my crimson savior?

No I won't go back just to bleed

Forgive me, I promise I'll stay clean