The [bad word] of my heart
Is like a repressed tale

censored and silenced story
Repression or restraint
It is a delicate balance
Between bleeding out what will make me drown
And closing in what I cannot afford to spill

Either way
I must cauterize
Cauterize the open wound

I'm caught between the feeling
Of beeing pulled apart
Or stuffed into a cell (x2)

And if these are the only options
This will always be [bad word] (Never ending)

Though I still may be breathing
There is no quality of life
so I choose to risk it all for you
For you to be by my side

I'm caught between the feeling
Of beeing pulled apart
Or stuffed into a cell (x2)

crowd is easy t decieve
But now I am a patient on the table

I'll give you the knive
Cut away as you see fit

Just promise me the patience
To wait for me to heal

I'm caught between the feeling
Of beeing pulled apart
Or stuffed into a cell (x2)