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