I walk this blade for you, maybe scrape right to the truth
With a lack of convincing proof, at least a different point of view
Crossing the line in the sand, calloused fingers grow from scarred hands
Gripping what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Like a stowaway on a ship, no map or compass in it
Headed for some forsaken land, right off the edge and back again
Crossing a line in the waves, storm caps blur away the face
Drowning what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Let it sink in your wake
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Until a new smile finds its place
4 Star View - Rakta Moksha Lyrics
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I walk this blade for you, maybe scrape right to the truth
With a lack of convincing proof, at least a different point of view
Crossing the line in the sand, calloused fingers grow from scarred hands
Gripping what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Like a stowaway on a ship, no map or compass in it
Headed for some forsaken land, right off the edge and back again
Crossing a line in the waves, storm caps blur away the face
Drowning what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Let it sink in your wake
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Until a new smile finds its place
With a lack of convincing proof, at least a different point of view
Crossing the line in the sand, calloused fingers grow from scarred hands
Gripping what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Like a stowaway on a ship, no map or compass in it
Headed for some forsaken land, right off the edge and back again
Crossing a line in the waves, storm caps blur away the face
Drowning what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
It's hard to let go
You promised me that, you taught me that
The paths, they turn to gold
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Let it sink in your wake
Bleed it away, bleed it away
Until a new smile finds its place
Writer: T. Bass
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