Lirieke: UnderOath. Lost in the Sound of Separation. Desperate Times, Desperate Measures.

I?ve been crawling around
In the dark for a while
Sprawled out across the floor
Not collecting dust anymore
Define me a parasite, define my host

Trapped beneath the floor
I slowly waste away
Now I pull my frail body into the chair
And look me in the face

Oh, disappointments, so disappointing
This may be my last one
It?s gonna be good and hard
It might be a touch out of key
A touch out of key

When this thing breaks
I will be you, you will be me
I?m afraid that this is really happening
When this thing breaks
I will be you, you will be me

Let?s hope this is short lived
And riddled with dizzy

Oh God, the noise is ringing in my ear
It?s so unclear, so unclear
I hear them talking
But can?t make out the words
Speak up, speak clear

I hear them talking
But can?t make out the words
Speak up, speak clear

God, where have I been?
I?m a terrible company
With zero apologies
My God, where have I been?
Where have I been?

While I sink to the bottom
I?ll sing out as it fills with water
I hope I?ve done enough

When this thing breaks
I will be you, you will be me
Let?s hope this is short lived
And riddled with dizzy

When this thing breaks
I will be you, you will be me
I?m afraid that this is really happening

I?m worn out
I?m worn thin
I will never break through

I?m worn out
(Where have I been?)
I?m worn thin
(Where have I been?)
I will never break through
(Where have I been?)

Let me out
Let me out
Let me out