Collide - Michael Schulte

Desires collide

Slowly growing to stone

Starting warm

Then getting colder

Bound by on time

No release, no letting go

No letting go

I’m gonna hurt myself, hurt myself

Oh with the knives that you left in my back, I can move on

Though I know that’s not what I deserve, I deserve

I’m gonna pull it out and push it deep into my heart

And then blame myself

Hold by your knives

I can’t fight them anymore

Oh everytime they cut in deeper

Entrance denied

Burnt revealed but never to grow

Never to grow

Stupid denial you lie

Oh, what a denial, you lie

I’m gonna hurt myself, hurt myself

Oh with the knives that you left in my back I can move on

Though I know that’s not what I deserve, I deserve

I’m gonna pull it out and push it deep into my heart

And then blame myself

I’m gonna hurt myself, hurt myself

Oh with the knives that you left in my back I can move on

I’m gonna hurt myself, hurt myself

Oh with the knives that you left in my back I can move on

Though I know that’s not what I deserve, I deserve

I’m gonna pull it out and push it deep into my heart

And then blame myself