I won’t ask for a second, I won’t ask for a chance.
I won’t look to the heavens, I found hell where I stand.
I feel like I am fighting a lost cause just to be heard.
I can’t hear for the howling, drowning every single word.
Let me count the ways you kill me.
Let me count the ways you drag me down with every word out of your mouth.
The things we sing out loud when no-one's listening...
Drag me down with every word out of your mouth.
The things we sing out loud...
Let me count the ways you kill me.
I feel like I’m floating face down in a crowd,
caught up in the current, in an ocean of sound.
How did this room become so crowded, with no walls to keep us in?
How did we end up here, surrounded on all sides, yet so alone?
Reminding ourselves that we’re broken and hopeless, again and again
Divided, over and over again.
compositores: Alex Pearson, Joel Tyrrell, Matt Cooper, Matt Parkitny, Michael Green, Woodley Trenton
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