Like Moths To Flames - Views From Halfway Down

Pure like porcelain
Drifting eyes roll back in my head
Am I dead or alive
Does it matter if I survive?
I'm fucking gone to the world

Free fall to the place I hate
The black sheep
Bagged head
We slaughter the same
Free fall
No sense of direction
And no intention of catching myself

The views from halfway down
Cut like a knife to the throat
Redemption hangs with the rope
Tortured by grief in my dreams
Visions where nothing is what it seems

Lost in reflections of memories
So scared of dying alone
That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs
If I’ve had enough

So scared to die alone
As I erode
Pure like porcelain
I’ve been immersed here trapped in my skin

At the edge
Feeling nervous
If I jump will I find a purpose
I'm gone to the world

Free fall to the place I hate
The black sheep
Bagged head
Fucking slaughter me
Slaughter me

The views from halfway down
Cut like a tongue that won’t speak
Desensitized to the feeling
Visions where nothing is what it seems

Lost in reflections of memories
So scared of dying alone
That I forgot how to breathe from these lungs
If I’ve had enough
So scared to die alone
As I erode

Pure like porcelain
As I erode
Pure like porcelain
As I erode

I'm fucking gone