Letra da Música Synethesia de Run With The Hunted

I threw my voice to the wind
And hoped it would carry enough weight
To fall with grace, we?re all falling
All struggling, all suffering, all calling out for a place

I?m just looking for answers
But I found bodies writhing on the floor
Fingers grasping out for more
Desperate eyes straining longing for a vision

Abused hearts yearning for a final incision
To cut away to the pain
I ran my fingers through every blade of grass and every grain of sand
As if it were the last of its kind because the world that I see now

Is a moment frozen in time
Like the calm before the storm
The final scene of a crime
A final testament to our failure

A mouthful of bitter truth digested into lies
Bodies writhing on the floor
Fingers grasping out for more
Desperate eyes straining longing for a vision

Abused hearts yearning for a final incision
To cut away to the pain
When my body decays
And my memory fades
How else can I say?

These words are all I have

Deepening with every passing breath
Slow absorption into tangled myths of self and soul
Delving through scars
As seekers of solace carving through the chambers of the heart
We scrape away memories

Hoping to heal
But it never seems to end
We are all struggling
We are all suffering