Sever - Silent Theory

You should be counting your blessings

From the cradle to the grave

It’s not that I am alone

It’s that there’s nothing left to say

Fear and closure

Can’t go hand in hand

Lust and leisure

Never have a plan

Time worth saving

The line we draw is fine

Free to follow

But never change your mind

But don’t make me act like we’ve been here before

There’s nothing left of our life

Pain is my only disguise

Bleed, all alone by yourself

And in due time

Does it comfort you yet, to lose your mind?

Sever the bind that holds you down

Does it comfort you yet?

Pain and sorrow

Now that goes hand in hand

The hate we borrow

Has stolen from the plan

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Time to let go

And sever the pain

Bleed, all alone by yourself

And in due time

Does it comfort you yet, to lose your mind?

Sever the bind that holds you down

Does it comfort you yet?

You should be counting your blessings

From the cradle to the grave

It’s not that I am alone

It’s that there’s nothing to say

Bleed, all alone by yourself

And in due time

Does it comfort you yet, to lose your mind?

Sever the bind that holds you down

Does it comfort you yet?