Like Moths To Flames - The Depths I Roam

Peeling the skin
So I can shed the scars
Removed the limbs
And manufactured a new heart
Fragile death
Cracks like porcelain
Constant reminders of what could've been

I should've known
To never trust anyone but myself
I should've known
To never ask for help
It did more harm than good
The separation divides
I'll always be misunderstood

In the depths I roam
I wanted to keep this place for myself
My perfect little hell
The depths I roam
Where the gardens never grow
The depths I roam
The time can barely move on it's own

The more I see
The less I want to know
What's above is not what's below
It gets darker the deeper I go
The more I see
The less I believe
What's above is not what's below
These are the depths I roam

A manifested
Descent of consciousness
The truth was never hard to swallow
Just a pawn in life
That follows death
A bottomless pit consumes
Until there's nothing left

In the depths I roam
I wanted to keep this place for myself
My perfect little hell
The depths I roam
Where the gardens never grow
The depths I roam
The time can barely move on it's own

Fragments of truth
Illuminate the view
A darkness too thick for the light
To shine through
A darkness too thick for the light
To shine through

I should've known
That they'd interpret it wrong
I should've known
That I held on for too long
It did more harm than good
The separation divides
I'll always be misunderstood

The more I see
The less I want to know
What's above is not what's below
It gets darker the deeper I go
The more I see
The less I believe
What's above is not what's below
These are the depths I roam