Dying In Your Arms

• Trivium
• Ascendancy

I’m wearing thin, wearing out, becoming weak

Holding hands with this rope

She’s my self-destructive bleeding disease

The things that makes it hard to breathe

But if I shoved you far away

This addict just starved again, asphyxiated

And now I see it’s you that’s tearing me

Ensnaring me

This is me dying in your arms

I cut you out; now set me free

Lynched high above what used to be

In her gallows built for me

So I escaped; cut this noose around my neck

I break free to see the things you blinded me

And I shoved you far away

Now I live the life I dreamed of

You’re dead to me

You poisoned my life

So I take this knife

And I cut you out

Cut you out

Set me free set me free