Honestly, This is the Death of Me

Strung along, ate like a dog, from your fuckin’ palms.

Dancing along, to the beat of your own psalm

As I digress, I’m sick of being repressed.

It weighs on my chest.

Now I got blood stains on my Sunday best.

Crucified, by every word

Follow your steps, or am I lost from the herd.

Like a sheep, I was weak.

I was caught in a smoke screen.

Was it all just a bad dream?

The devil's idle hand has taken control of me.

I’m tired of chasing down things you don’t believe in.

Endless searching for some honesty.

Honestly, this might be the death of me.

I felt the fire, I felt the rain.

I’ve seen the way that you spoke his name.

There’s not a thing at all that can help me numb the pain,

and I think it’s time you should know…

That I can count all of the times

(That you)

Let me down, hung out to dry

(As if)

I was never on your mind,

and I think that it’s time you should know.

POST CHORUS

Yeah! It’s time you should know.

A saving grace that dug up their own grave, in vain.

To watch her face rot away.

Falling from grace. Heaven’s only mistake, too vain

To write a three word cliche.

I’m tired of chasing down things you don’t believe in.

Endless searching for some honesty.

Honestly, this might be the death of me.

I felt the fire, I felt the rain.

I’ve seen the way that you spoke his name.

There’s not a thing at all that can help me numb the pain,

and I think it’s time you should know…

That I can count all of the times

(That you)

Let me down, hung out to dry

(As if)

I was never on your mind,

and I think that it’s time you should know.

I’m tired of chasing down things you don’t believe in.

Endless searching for some honesty.

I think it’s time that you should know.

Honestly, this is the death of me