sitting close under hush of monotone we were not able we warned you once it is too much it is too take this cross somehow i m lost without my anger cut this rope i am awash i am sunk with out this anchor now i m struck with the beauty of this favor it is too much now i m numb they wanna cut me with their razors they will cut you with their razors we spoke soft with lifted cross i was unstable we warned you once it is too much it is too now i m struck with the beauty of this favor it is too much now i m numb they wanna cut me with their razors they will cut you with their razors