Circles of Hell - Greet Death

I could give you my heart

What would you say dear?

I could open my arms

I could just lay here

Often as I try

To keep you off my mind

I would rather die

Than be locked inside my own hell

If I spilled all my blood

Would you still be here?

When it fills up my lungs

Would you shed a tear?

I’ve been left behind

Returned to the grind

If I spoke my mind

I’d be crucified in my own hell