Left of You

Three, two, one, go Let it fucking burn It's not too late to walk away from the ledge And face another day without a tragedy What you are driving towards will lead to your demise You are losing yourself by holding on to a vice I'm watching you die but my hands are fully tied But how could I make you see trough my eyes If I could make you see trough my eyes There's something in us I have always despised If only I could see all your lies There's something inside us that's prone to demise Hurting the ones you should not hurt at all By turning into what you said you would never become If I could make you see trough my bleeding eyes You could see all your lies ruining everything With back against the wall, blindfolded and scoffed We're forced to forget what we seem to have lost Now do you feel your days are done? How would you be remembered? By what you set out to be or defeated by this disease (Perished by this disease) But if you choose the right means to carry out and pursue A plan to create and build new beginning You could still save what's left of you