He looked up to the sky and he screamed
“Where's my fucking miracle if you’re really a king?"
he takes a breath at the edge of the sea
pleading for his life to matter more
waiting for an answer or a cure
begging for the surge to wash him form the shore
Don’t wake me
Break me
Out of this grave that i dug
I’m waiting
Praying
But when will enough be enough
Will i ever find peace in this place?
The house of the damned
is my only escape
whats this grace and why can’t i believe
theres purpose in this process that only you can see
Only you can see
Don’t wake me
Break me
Out of this grave that i dug
I’m waiting
Praying
But when will enough be enough