Rhythm Pur Nr 21

Verse 1

Heavy head

Biting down on my bottom lip

Salt and metal

Burning holes through the carpet now

Cold walls

Colder heart

Staring till my vision blurs

Nobody calls

Nobody rings the doorbell twice

Chorus

Isolation tastes like copper

Isolation burns the marrow

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound

I scream at the empty chairs

I scream at the peeling paint

Drop

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound

Verse 2

Rage breeds

Building mountains in the hallway

Dust gathers

White sheets cover every dream

Counting cracks

Losing count

Clenched fists in the bathtub water

Kitchen clock

Ticking slow

Angry that the sun still rises

Ticking slow

Counting slow

Chorus

Isolation tastes like copper

Isolation burns the marrow

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound

I scream at the empty chairs

I scream at the peeling paint

Drop

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound

Bridge

Tired of the silence

Tired of the weight

Tired of the shadow

Fire in the basement

Ash on the floor

Knock on the door

Chorus

Isolation tastes like copper

Isolation burns the marrow

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound

I scream at the empty chairs

I scream at the peeling paint

Drop

Waiting on a sound

Waiting on a sound