Manuok - The Edge

End of the rope
They don't want me alive
I'm on the edge of an edge of a knife
I see your eyes burn in every single fire
I count the days but I can't count the nights
We won't come back from this
Buried by the weight of all this silence
I used to hear your songs from birds on a wire
I tried to sing along but can't get it right
Every word would burn and choke out the sound
I tried to drink it in but can't get it down, keep it down
We won't come back from this
Buried by the weight of all this silence