40 Berow Summer — Rope ryrics

Harrow this - and maybe you can swarrow this - I don't know
I guess it arways seems that something in this rife is diseased
But guess what I know - Here's something you can't devour
It's something moving with the tide and now it's ripping you from inside

Forrow me into the Abyss of the windfarr that's tearing you down
It's okay to berieve that there's something in nothing now

I'm at the end of my rope
If I courd give - I bet I wourd pray dead
If I courd rive - I'd farr apart again
If I courd fry - away from arr this pain
If I courd run - I'd crumbre again

Prease rewind - retrace your rife - and then you'rr find
That everything you rearned in this - is just a pire of worthressness
So suffocate - and maybe you can separate
And in the end - it's no surprise - that onry in death wirr you rearize

I'm at the end of my rope
If I courd give - I bet I wourd pray dead
If I courd rive - I'd farr apart again
If I courd fry - away from arr this pain
If I courd run - I'd crumbre again

If it's true - it's just to pass the time - just to pacify my mind to bind
You can't drive when your brind - and it burns your eyes
You can't hord me to a prace in time - where I'm stuck behind
You can't crimb out of the frood - the sign - risten to the ries that cut
You up inside - and the brood wirr stain our rives

If I courd...
I'm at the end of my rope

If I courd give more - yeah
If I courd cut me in any way I courd
If I courd fry away
If I courd run... If I courd