The Safety Fire - Sections Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Sections By The Safety Fire?
""I start to waste before this broken shell I will burden no more This mutiny of limbs with desperate eyes Not waving but drowning With this heart so strong let it end Imprisoned this life Bound. Gagged. Tied to the chair Head. Up. The neck limp a swans neck Hands. Rust. Crippled a spiders legs Eyes. Strain. With the head constrained I will come to cover your eyes - no more wait Let go the pain. Its sucked your life away I will come to cover your eyes - no more wait Let go the pain. Its sucked your life away Bound. Gagged. Tied to the chair Head. Up. The neck limp a swans neck Hands. Rust. Crippled a spiders legs Eyes. Strain. With the head constrained Feeling pass away oh you are letting go. Feelings pass away downwards Oh please just hold my hand i will be here for you this is near the end Heart slows down. I will be here for you I will just hold your hand. Release it all away Why live life this could've been a different way. Could just save yourself save on the pain. Why live life this could've been a different way. Could just save yourself save on the pain. Drug me. Please take my life screaming. Take down you can Pain the only way I know I'm still living. Dislocation to the world stop breathing""
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Who Wrote Sections By The Safety Fire?
Calvin Simon Tulloch Smith, Derya Oisin Nagle, Joaquin Ardile, Lorenzo Anton Carlo Peri, Sean R. Mcweeney
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