Under

If I wrote down the truth would I choke on the words? On the blackened things said, on the whispers I've heard? Everything's twisted and dragged deep below, I don't want to listen, I don't want to know. While there is volume baby, I confess that all hope is fading, colour - less and less. It's intangible, the drowning in me; there's only dark waters, there's only dark sea. I'm gripping too tightly, we both suffocate and it's just one more thing in myself that I hate. Everything 'round me is broken by doubt, there are no more cures, there is no way out. I love you too much now, arteries entwined and I know that your heart is still beating for mine. But I am an outline, just an echo of thunder, I'll only pull you down, I'll only pull you under.