Decade: Live at El Macambo

I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out And I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself Red rushes out, dissect this nerve And I'll stop myself before I reach my cell I wasn't asking for the world And you know that I'm not one to follow through

The drugs begin to peak A smile of joy arrives in me But sedation changes to panic and nausea And breaths starts to shorten And heartbeats feel softer You won't try to save me! You just want to break me! You're leaving this way! You taunt my heart, a

The end begins I can't escape As it pulls me Further into Anesthesia. Tear down my sense Of conviction Corrupt my soul The end begins. (In my eyes In my heart) I, have laid upon a deadman's bed, Only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction, That ri