Mercy Kill - Social Repose

Drowning in the morning

Drowning in the evening

Drowning when you’re sleeping

Drowning when we’re meeting

Kiss the ground beneath my feet

Mouth full of concrete

Now you sink when you swim

The constant defeat

Drowning in your feelings

Surrounded by my demons

Drowning in the secrets

Too many I can’t keep in

Bleeding out from the hole in your chest

Needing rest

The outcome was anyone’s guess, what a mess

Fill the hole with the same concrete

Then the cycle will be nearly complete

Your heart will beat again

You need an ending to begin

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that you can’t win

Drowning in the daylight

Drowning in the hindsight

Drowning when you’re breathing

Can’t help when you are sinking

A clouded perspective removes the alarm

I didn’t mean to cause so much harm

Your shattered frame will never be the same

Love of your life to a beast with no name

It’s difficult to say his name even out of context

The letters stick together like pain is just a contest

Have a good look in the mirror and pull the trigger, it’s self defense

In order to fix your heart you have to kill your innocence

Or keep filling that hole with more concrete

Always sinking means the cycle will repeat

Your heart will beat again

You need an ending to begin

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that you can’t win

It’s not an if it is a when

Your heart needs time to mend

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that leave you torn open

It’s never enough, never enough

You were never enough, it’s never enough

Always chasing enough, wanting enough

But it’s never enough, never in love

Your heart will beat again

You need an ending to begin

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that leave you torn open

Your heart will beat again

You need an ending to begin

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that you can’t win

It’s not an if it is a when

Your heart needs time to mend

Kill me with every could have been

By picking the fights that leave you torn open