Arms of Sorrow

Cracked skin and brittle bones

Break down in the piercing cold

Why do we think we can take the strain?

Our link is all but severed

Yet the feeling's growing stronger

I'm tired of keeping the ghosts at bay

Numb from the feeling

Picking at my scars

Their voices, no faces

Bleeding from the dark

And when the winter's over

I still won't see the sun

I feel the arms of sorrow

Embrace me

Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?

When I reap what I sow

Still I march with broken feet

Too blind to read the signs

Why do we think that the outcome will change?

Every breath opens the wound

Dreaming of an early tomb

I'm tired of choking on jagged words

Numb from the feeling

Picking at my scars

Their voices, no faces

Bleeding from the dark

I feel the arms of sorrow

Embrace me

Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?

When I reap what I sow

Devastation

Creeping in so slow

Laceration

Leaves a mark on my soul

I feel the arms of sorrow

Embrace me

Will my soul fit through the needle's eye?

When I reap what I sow

This time I've suffered enough