Lyrics Tightrope - Dogma

Hands are tied fingers broke
Biding time still can′t cope
Stuck in motion no hope
Fix my neck, Tightrope

Bury me seven feet deep
Pick apart the sighs as we creep
Lay in death so sick and we sleep

Fix my neck, Tightrope

Broken skin
Fake my sickness
The lights are dim
Take me

Fake this breaking skin
Lacerations leave no end in sight
I'm off the walls tonight

Bite my lines
Till I can′t speak
Walk across the beams as they creak
Twist apart the rope that we seek

Hands are tied fingers broke
Biding time still can't cope
Stuck in motion no hope
Fix my neck, Tightrope

Fake this breaking skin
Lacerations leave no end in sight
I'm off the walls tonight