Besedila: Underoath. Cries Of The Past. The Last.

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these fingers so frail paint in my mind
scars down the back of my eyes
death walks with me alone tonight
the coldness whispers it's almost near
rest for soon it will be over
years flash before my and i understand why i'm here
no one will ever know, as the pictures come clear
don't worry they tell me this feeling won't last forever
voices beating their drums in my heart
the water looks so peaceful below and the struggle lets go
climbing over the wall of life's edge
leaving behind the smiles of yesterday
the light that shined has vanished to a grayscale of night
tears once present now look into the dryness inside
silent words enter the sky screamed
from this body as a reply, and these words begin to write
dear lord, if these break the earth
and enter your courts save me tonight
time is short and the hurt of death grows with every breath
here i am at the end
this wall that blocked you out for so long opens wide
and i begin to burn from the inside
i'll never forget that night
the night Jesus Christ made the blackness white