"Golden Fate; Water Break" lyrics

"Golden Fate; Water Break"

You were my everything and you knew it
What did I do for this to be given?
No longer bound to this earth
No longer with me in remission

Here we go again, another loss, another false purpose
Here we go again, another metaphor for the absent

I slit my throat with the note that you left me
No home, just a tilt shift monstrosity
I slit my throat with the note that you left me
I'll see you again if God doesn't hate me

Reaper show me your ribcage
They say it keeps the heart safe
Extortion's void, I've seen you pray
To rid the pain of a lover maimed

Consumed by cinder, a malicious defeater
It torched our home, like the rope burn around my neck

Brought upon the ash of cosmetic loss
Came a scar from the mind to the bone
And I hope you know, I can't do this on my own

You were my everything and you knew it
What did I do for this to be given?
No longer bound to this earth
Not one last conversation

You knew this from the start
It would break all our hearts

You knew this from the start (it's too goddamn far)
It would break all of our hearts (break all our hearts)

I've got this hole in my chest, It's missing you I swear

Please come back home to me


Writer(s): Sabian Lynch, Scott Simpson, Aidan Ellaz
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