Sanctuary

Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Tricked by its coziness
Locked in its coldness

Comfort becoming volatile
Devil is in the details
The illusion of control evaporating
The end becoming obliterating

Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
Laying, laying in this bed
Tricked by its coziness

Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies

Starring into emptiness
Spotting the colours of loneliness
Body filled with bitterness
Tears moaning in hopelessness

Laying, laying in this bed
Hanging, hanging by a thread
It feels like laying in ice

Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing
It feels like swallowing

Resigned, digesting the lies
It feels like swallowing knives
Resigned, resigned
It feels like swallowing knives

Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies
Lured by its softness
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, digesting the lies

It feels like laying on ice
It feels like laying on ice
Resigned, resigned
It feels like laying on ice