Sick

of

hi-

ding

the

truth

Fu-

cking

ly-

ing

to

you

No

more

time

left

for

hope

At

the

end

of

your

rope

Choke,

at

the

end

of

your

rope

Choke

No

more

run-

ning,

no

more

hi-

ding,

From

to-

mor-

row

Li-

ving

life

wit-

hout

your

eyes,

hol-

low

Read

bet-

ween

the

lines

More

than

meets

the

eye

A face

so

pure

He's

in-

se-

cure

He's

been

run-

ning

for

some

time

Find

me

trapped

in-

side

my

head

I

can't

find

a

way

to

bring

my-

self

back

Cho-

king

on

these

words

un-

said

Spit

it

out,

spit

it

out

be-

fore

I

fade

out

No

more

time

left

for

hope

At

the

end

of

your

rope

Choke,

at

the

end

of

your

rope

Choke

We

are

blee-

ding

un-

der-

neath

I

see

your

sha-

dow

Below

the

sur-

face

I

am

ta-

ken

By

your

sor-

row

Read

bet-

ween

the

lines

More

than

meets

the

eye

A face

so

pure

He's

in-

se-

cure

He's

been

run-

ning

for

some

time

Find

me

trapped

in-

side

my

head

I

can't

find

a

way

to

bring

my-

self

back

Cho-

king

on

these

words

un-

said

Spit

it

out,

spit

it

out

be-

fore

I

fade

out

E-

ter-

nal

ache

A

si-

lent

grave

E-

ter-

nal

Find

me

trapped

in-

side

my

head

I

can't

find

a

way

to

bring

my-

self

back

Cho-

king

on

these

words

un-

said

Spit

it

out,

spit

it

out

be-

fore

I

fade

out

Bu-

ried

in

my

own

head,

fal-

ling

a-

part

Cho-

king

on

my

own

tongue

Tea-

ring

my

heart