"Melted" lyrics

"Melted"

Withering light
Inside the skin's domain
Concedes for others
They never call my name
Torn limbs sank deep into a scorching sand
Until your hands
Pulled me up from the dark

There you found me
You built us shelter from the storm
A tempest subsides
My way out is through you
My way out is through you

Bury our shrine
Of weathered blood and bone
Rebuild the shining frame
While reflections corrode
An aftermath
We'll claim our own
Blooming defiance
Where despair had grown

Now you clutch me
We've built a haven out of blood
I won't let this slip away
My way out is through you

All we were is gone
No more dancing like ghosts in the war zone
All we were is gone
No more dancing like rats through the floodplains
No more dancing like steps in a minefield
All we were is gone
Seed this plague into bitter ground
Above the heavens turn black

Threatening eyes glare on those below
The reflection stares back
Above the heavens turn black
Threatening eyes glare on those below
All we once were is gone


Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Christopher Aaron Hornbrook, Ryan Michael Primack, Jeffrey Moreira
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