Hanging By a Thread - Currents

Hanging above the ground

I sway from side to side without a feeling found

My feet barely sweep the floor

As my eyes roll back I can’t ignore

That these moments are numbered in sum

For when the clock strikes one the hand of death is sure to come

A life without a shade of grey, but all I see is black and wish it away

Choking down the barrel of a gun

By the end of the night my mother and father will be losing their son

With this burden, my closet has begun to overflow

While the hinges break, it seems as though I am not alone

I have the company of these skeletons I have stowed away

But soon er or later they would have to come back and haunt me.

Following my every step I’m begging for you to let me go

I’m begging you.

I’m begging you, to let me go

Oh death where is thy hand?

For when I greet you it is as a friend

It’s time to put this to an end

And return me to nothing from which you will send

My name was forgotten with the knife still fresh in my back

A heart turned to stone, I don’t want to live anymore

When a minute within this body makes me cringe

Strip me bare of this prison

I call home

Hanging by a thread

With my eyes, sewn.

Shut

Forced to be the only thing I have tried to keep away.

Myself

Kick the chair form underneath my feet.

Let me hang by a thread

Dead.