Closed Eyes - Bury Your Dead

Someday we will grow tired of these shells

And someday we will lay ourselves to rest

I take you into me

Breathing in you deeply

Some days

Some days, I can feel you burning through my veins

I look to the light

I can feel my eyes burn

Looking down, the ground beneath is falling fast

Shedding the cares of this world

I’m sick

God knows I’m sick of making

Now I’m so sick of making excuses for myself

Now all the saints are dancing with the demons tonight

Welcome me home

I’m home

I’m home

I’m home