On A Solid Rock Living Between
Million concussions
but still my fingers form a fist
no more dreaming of suicide
it won´t be my blood
running into the sink
it won´t be me
letting the ghosts in
ch:
living between life and death
never really sleeping,
never fully awake
living between life and death
Slap me in my face and
make we wake
who is it that´s holding me down?
the killer has my fingerprints
but i won´t embrace death
to feel more alive
i won´t me standing
on the edge of the roof.
chorus
someone stole the beating organ from my chest
someone made my shirt turn red
someone glued my lips together
someone turned my fists into feather
but i´ll fight!
