Fragile Songtext
von October Tide
Fragile Songtext
Small steps
Closer to the mirror
The shame is in the deep
Slipping through a vast form, feeling fragile
With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art
Still searching for hope
Tear apart the shallow grave, still too deep
Like an avalanche of pain
Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak
The creator is waiting as I seek
Dying inside
Try to hide away from psychic lies
They pull me under
Constant waiting for my relief
Will I ever see the rising sun?
Locked gate until it will be better
Appreciation of the loss
Mind conspiracy of a future healing
The conclusion is safe in the core
With a hollow heart, just a thin shell
My reflecting art
Still searching for hope
Tear apart the shallow grave, still too deep
Like an avalanche of pain
Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak
The creator is waiting as I seek
Dying inside
Try to hide away from psychic lies
They pull me under
Constant waiting for my relief
Will I ever see the rising sun?
I bleed myself to comprehend (to comprehend)
A thousand hours in your hands (in your hands)
Plead for answers, not the end (not the end)
This final destination is not a threat
No more
Closer to the mirror
The shame is in the deep
Slipping through a vast form, feeling fragile
With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art
Still searching for hope
Tear apart the shallow grave, still too deep
Like an avalanche of pain
Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak
The creator is waiting as I seek
Dying inside
Try to hide away from psychic lies
They pull me under
Constant waiting for my relief
Will I ever see the rising sun?
Locked gate until it will be better
Appreciation of the loss
Mind conspiracy of a future healing
The conclusion is safe in the core
With a hollow heart, just a thin shell
My reflecting art
Still searching for hope
Tear apart the shallow grave, still too deep
Like an avalanche of pain
Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak
The creator is waiting as I seek
Dying inside
Try to hide away from psychic lies
They pull me under
Constant waiting for my relief
Will I ever see the rising sun?
I bleed myself to comprehend (to comprehend)
A thousand hours in your hands (in your hands)
Plead for answers, not the end (not the end)
This final destination is not a threat
No more
Writer(s): Fredrik Norrman, Netzell Tobias Sven Olof Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com