Wreckage from 108 by Sigils

A split decision, hope it’s not too late.
Slam the door, climb aboard
Stuck in place, I hesitate
Sink or swim, rip the chord

This position is compromised
There’s nothing left to lose

Can’t let go in time
I don’t want to die
But I just might
But I just might
But I just might

These constant nervous twitches
Bloody rags and stitches
Constant shooting pain
Like ice running through my vein

Jerked back awake
The danger’s all around

Water’s rushing in
Glass shards slice my skin
Surely it’s over now
Surely it’s over now
Surely it’s over now

Straight to the depths of a watery grave
All rights to my life I now solemnly waive
As the metal around becomes warped and concave

I’m on borrowed time
Not a second to lose
Never fading, never fleeting
Every moment goes to waste

I’ll keep moving forward
Keep fighting on
For my purpose to be certain
Every moment’s a wasted breath

Hinges burst at the seams
Reach out with newfound hope
To a thing above that gleams
A way out in scope

Pushing up from the floor
Busting through a broken door
Rather than give up and become encased
I won’t let this all go to waste

My head becomes light and my vision goes dark
Breaching the surface with sudden remark
Just when I thought that this would be my encore
Cough up bloody water and finally collapse on the shore

• Alternative Rock
• Heavy Metal
• Metal
• Post Metal
• Post Rock
• Macclesfield