It's Not A New Love That I Feel.

It’s not a new love,
That I need you.
It’s not a new thing,
To me it’s something.

Beautiful I don’t get.
Beautiful, I need to breathe…
Hey, it’s a warm place inside.
Hey, death is calling you.

Calling me, you’re calling us,
Away from this little piece of heaven.

We map out our relief.
Not knowing our next move to be shaking,
Tired and all this pain to surface.
Saying goodbye to this world again,

Just please take me home.
Is all I’d say.
When deaths calling you,
Well what do you do?

Just sitting on the edge.
It’s not a new kind of thing for me.
But it’s sure something.
Something beautiful to me.

That I don’t get,
That I need to feel
I need to breathe,
A baptism so graceful it puts arms around you.

Save your life from this bloody place,
You’d think you’re all saving yourselves from haste,
While your condemning the grace.
And made a way for it to manifest in my world.

Your thrashing us down.
Not giving in, just grind us down.
Like the rush of killing someone,
Yeah, you’d do it all the time,
And fall asleep fine at night,
It’s you who is going to hell
It’s you who’s going to repay.
For all the hate you made. It’s an ocean of hate.