Across Five Aprils My Sins Stacked To Heaven
Break me.
Over and over, break me.
Over and over, break me.
Maybe I'm sleeping.
You're not the only one.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
You're not the only one.
Things are strange, I am never broken.
Carried away, can you break it for me?
Buried alive with these bricks of sorrow,
My sins stacked to the heavens.
Stacked up to the heavens, yeah.
Stacked up to the heavens.
Stacked up to the heavens, yeah.
Break me.
Over and over, break me.
Over and over, break me.
Over and over, break me.
Over and over.
Maybe I'm sleeping.
Over and over, break me.
Maybe I'm dreaming.
Over and over, break me.
