Verse 1

Crystal chandelier shattered on the floor,

My broken soul trapped inside my reflection.

Blood drenched heart of a love thirsty little whore,

My veins are transporting fatal infection.

Chorus

Shouldn't have sold away the line dividing right and wrong.

Shouldn't have left sweet home in search of a place to belong.

Now look at the shackles of regret my limbs are bound in.

Is it my own tombstone that I can see myself founding?

Verse 2

Pages torn away from the gospels you fed,

Fingers bleeding approval on my death note.

Colors turn to black and white and fade to red,

Just can't find my way out of this sinking boat.

Chorus

Shouldn't have sold away the line dividing right and wrong.

Shouldn't have left sweet home in search of a place to belong.

Now look at the shackles of regret my limbs are bound in.

Is it my own tombstone that I can see myself founding?

Bridge

Death calls out to me in a warm soothing voice,

Tempts me to run away from a world of noise,

But I can still hear my innocent self from eight months back,

If I could just go back in time and put her on another track!

Chorus

Shouldn't have sold away the line dividing right and wrong.

Shouldn't have left sweet home in search of a place to belong.

Now look at the shackles of regret my limbs are bound in.

Is it my own tombstone that I can see myself founding?