| Numbing the nerve endings in my arms to endure a vain embrace |
| Exhausted by the light leaving our eyes |
| Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades |
| Remove the skin and reveal to me the likeness of a ghost |
| As teardrops find their way towards my throat |
| Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades |
| Descending from the heaven we created in our heads |
| We both bleed (We both bleed) |
| But out of separate wounds |
| Not meant to mend a different breed of broken |
| Pulling the cure out of the suffering themselves |
| We are two different breeds of broken |
| Remove the skin and reveal to me the likeness of a ghost |
| As teardrops find their way towards my throat |
| I’d sooner die with the deserted than coexist amidst feigned love |
| Bringing your hands towards the sky, expecting me to cast myself down |
| We are two different breeds of broken |
| Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades |
| Descending from the heaven we created in our heads |
| We both bleed, but out of separate wounds |
| Not meant to mend a different breed of broken |
| Pulling the cure out of the suffering themselves |
| We are two different breeds of broken |
| We are two different breeds of broken |