Texty: Project 86. Drawing Black Lines. Toast To My Former Self.

With all those thoughts I've left behind
I'm puttin' to death, no remorse what's pushed inside
With a toast I sigh
Till the fate of this weight, what's left has died

Goodbye to this child
Takin' a piece of a promise that's left for mine
You'll see my eyes start to dry
My loose ends are tied, loose ends are tied
I've seen the day bring light, bring light, bring light

So kill the day, the day and fill me
Break my past, my past, renew me
Lift up my head, my head, I'm weary
Strip my thoughts, my thoughts

And I'll kill this day, now fill me
Kill this day, now

Bleed out my wounds, bleed out my wounds
And break free to shed cocoons
My second taste, my second taste of you is the end
All I need to breathe anew

All those ways to choke my neck
I'm turnin' my back on those hopeless, failed attempts
I see my breath bringin' a place
That's so long been past as left

And so, I know what's next
And till the fate of my selfish existence now
Pushin' on with life from death
No questions left, no questions left
I'm givin' my life, no less, no less, no less

So kill the day, the day and fill me
Break my past, my past, renew me
Lift up my head, my head, I'm weary
Strip my thoughts, my thoughts

And I'll kill this day, now fill me
Kill this day, now

Bleed out my wounds, bleed out my wounds
And break free to shed cocoons
My second taste, my second taste of you is the end
All I need to breathe anew

Bleed out my wounds, bleed out my wounds
And break free to shed cocoons
My second taste, my second taste of you is the end
All I need to breathe anew

Bleed out my wounds, bleed out my wounds
And break free to shed cocoons
My second taste, my second taste of you is the end
All I need to breathe anew

And I'll kill