It's the secret I keep, to feel or be left asleep,
The hell we reach, when it's close, you'll know because it's cold.
A reason to try, what I've been looking for,
Complacent we lie, death: the saint of a broken door.
As flat as Earth, there's no end to time.
I search and find, black hurt, we know because it's cold.
Hoist up life but nothing can rise,
That fails to hide, it's a show, and it's so perfect alone.
Heartbeat, heartbeat is the place that you go to create your own hell,
Heartbeat, heartbeat is where you live in the hell you create for yourself,
You gotta live for yourself.
No hate left to hide, benign or sore?
We drown and choke, no peace and no sign of shore.
A piece of love, is a piece of your death,
And you'd give it up, when we're taking our final breathe.
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