Artist: Bury Your Dead
Album: It's Nothing Personal
Someday we'll grow tired of these shells
And someday we'll lay ourselves to rest
I take you into me breathing in you deeply
Someday 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
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