Luyện nghe bài hát If You Live By The Sword, You Die By The Sword

I open my eyes, but I still to dream
cold bathroom floor, now just feels like home to me
I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to
But my body's scorned with marks, that say "these aren't the lines that I'll see.."
So please cut this string, to my wrists
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold evil in my fist
I my pain, with every scar
It's a battle field of memories, that won't go away, for me....
This world has tied me down, and the knot tightening
Cause I'm just a puppet, from this breaking string
But maybe I'll turn, blade the other way
And roll up my sleeves to let the scars show my
So please cut this string, to my wrists
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this in my fist
I relive my pain, with scar
It's a battle field of memories, that just go away, for me....
You make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make cut
You couldn't the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now make this cut
I breathe, I'm in need, where's my crimson savior?
No I won't crawl just to bleed,
Forgive me, I promise i'll stay