Risen

Thought I'd sooner I'd sooner I wasn't around Thought the sooner The sooner I will rise That meal wasn't heavy But I'll have a little lie down That meal wasn't heavy There's enough left to talk about Falling to the floor Wasn't meant to be the sight Falling to the floor Choosing is a waste of time Can no longer think No longer fear my mind Can no longer feel So this is what it's like Sick of the taste The taste of my own mouth Doesn't taste like blood Like all the tears I've carried around Will it get hot Will I lose all doubt Will it get hot Or have I done enough Tired Tired Tired now Tired Tired Tired now It's not for the love Or to be cast out Only by falling Can I arise Only by falling Can I arise It's not for the love Or to be cast out Only by falling Can I arise