The Arms of Sorrow

By Killswitch Engage

So, I made myself a prisoner to my own failings for a week. Remnants of which I am sure will maintain an intimate relationship with me. I have fallen upon my own music, listening to the stuff I don’t listen to as much but give leave to be heard when I am in poor spirits. I am finally learning what it’s like to place blame rather than justly hold accountable…and most importantly, to never permit another friend to convince themselves that suicide is ever an option.

Man I have counseled tons of kids about this, and as we get older we finally get that thin safety rope of purpose, hope and ambition pulling us into the right place. It’s like winning a war…I don’t know…I just know that I am staunch and unwilling to go through this again, and pray that people seek help in times of need rather than driving themselves to unnecessary decisions. So…on the note…here you go…a little taste of the harder stuff, the Angsty Tony…whose just annoyed enough to not care if you like the song or not 😉

Imprisoned, inside this mind
Hiding behind the empty smiles
So simple (the anguish)
As it mocks me
Crawling back into the dark

Running, always running, into the distance
Stop me before I bleed, again
The echoes of my voice
Follow me down
The shadows I cast
Follow me down

Deeper I’m falling
Into the arms of sorrow
Blindly descending
Into the arms of sorrow

There must be serenity

The echoes of my voice
Follow me down
The shadows I cast
Follow me down

Deeper I’m falling
Into the arms of sorrow
Blindly descending
Into the arms of sorrow

The demons of my own design
This horror must not remain

Deeper I’m falling
Into the arms of sorrow
Blindly descending
Into the arms of sorrow

There must be serenity

There must be deliverance

Deeper I’m falling

Blindly descending