كلمات Torn

Slow motion of my heart A drum for Heaven's choir I'm closer to the swelter the shovel brings The pound wants to escape with my life Oh release come soon I've opened the gate - to where they suffocate light The pound wants to escape with my life Oh release come soon I've opened the gate now It's colder than a funeral rain Now I'm frozen in more carved shame The bullets through my shelter hit the drum and my heart is the drum Choose, choose now, pound wants to escape with my life Oh please come soon I've opened up the gate The pound, my heart's a drum