Στοίχοι: Plankeye. Dichotomy.

The air up here, it seems so thin
Stars burn my eyes, the blood, it covers sin
I flip an old coin over
A new life begins 'cause the old one's over

If I tore my heart out and I threw it on the floor
Would you even care?
Why can't you feel that I am real?
Could you be the one? Guide me to the Son

The air down here, it seems so thick
Dirt in my life, you know it makes me sick
I ask for water once again
'Cause my thirsty soul should be clean again

If I tore my heart out and I threw it on the floor
Would you even care?
Why can't you feel that I am real?
Could you be the one? Guide me to the Son
Guide me to the Son, to the Son

If I tore my heart out and I threw it on the floor
Would you even care?
Why can't you feel, well, that I am real?
Could you be the one? Guide me to the Son