We're rusted into shape and sinking into dark
Holding onto emerald hearts and hoping for a spark
It's the faded memories, but the chill of feeling fine
It's the falling into madness, but I do this all the time
It's the cannot carry on
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the silk line torn to shreds
It's the weight of the rosary beads 'round your head
It's the size of the monsters' eyes under your bed
It's the shade of fear, she said
Breaking into pieces, picking up the shards
Laying them on ruby beds and cherishing the open scars
A fitting eulogy for the burning of the songs
It's the sacred art of breaking down, you've known this all along
It's the cannot carry on
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the silk line torn to shreds
It's the weight of the rosary beads 'round your head
It's the size of the monsters eyes under your bed
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the silk line torn to shreds
It's the weight of the rosary beads 'round your head
It's the size of the monsters' eyes under your bed
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the shade of fear, she said
(And I'm barely breathing)
It's the silk line torn to shreds
(And I'm broken, beaten)
It's the weight of the rosary beads 'round your head
It's the size of the monsters' eyes under your bed
It's the shade of fear, she said
It's the shade of fear, she said
