For The Heartless Paroles

And to find a friendly face
I am not asking for a god
And I'm not asking you to stay

But I'm corrupting all my time

So shut my mouth and close the doors,
I'm fine until you stop haunting my soul

To smell your scent on my skin
To smell your scent on my skin

So shut my mouth and close the doors,
It's fine until you stop haunting my soul

I'm struggling to find your eyes
and to find someone who cares
Cause I'd still want you a thousand times
Despite the fact that we were dead

So rip my guts apart until I drown drown (row me to the land)
in the flume of blood I spit out on the ground ground (row me to the land)
nothing colder than the bones that you wanna crush now (row me to the land)
I can't find you in the darkness of his white mouth (row me to the land)

Row me to the land.