Threshold

Raise the dead to dredge knee-high through sh*t.
Scared to leave, disengage forgotten thoughts.
Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth.

I don't want it, don't need it, don't want it, don't need it,
I don't feel anymore.
I can't see, I can't feel, I can't breathe it.
I don't want it, don't need it, don't want it, don't need it,
I don't feel anymore.
I can't see, I can't feel, I can't kill it.
Raise the dead to dredge knee-high through shit.
Scared to leave, disengage forgotten thoughts.
Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth.

Still I'm finding I'm changing. I break away!

And you can't stay satisfied when you live on borrowed time,
And I know that will not change your mind.
Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth.

by ursão#