This - Lyrics - Whiplash

Release, I grant you permission Immerse, submerse, submerge and rise Emerge to *** one's last breath Hydra-lung will deaden the cries It is time to make the transition You were never one to abide Absurdly ignored premonition Now let the struggle subside This - the knife that has skewered my heart This - the flowing river of blood This - the morbid thought in my head This - the crimson stain in my bed My heart bleeds for your confession The truth, the youth, a kiss goodbye To covet the lasting impression The river's slaughter swallows your pride The current consumes the almighty I must confess the tide will soon rise Drowning your thoughts of escape How foolish of you to surmise This - the knife that has skewered my heart This - the flowing river of blood This - the morbid thought in my head This - the crimson stain in my bed This thing that crawls from inside me Expanding, stretching my sanity This - way things have to turn out to be There's no sun, left in your eyes to see...