Building On Fire - The Number Six lyrics

Justify your eyes, torn from my inside. Burned by three false words. Could dying hurt any less? and you hold eyes (and you hold eyes to k**). you're the one who k**ed this man. tears bleed down like the softest of rain, an exit wound to sorrow flesh. all these walls lined white. and you're the one who paints me blind. there will be hell to pay. you took this heart from me. sorrow, and time is deaf to this. a hammer falls to part my lips. lungs collapse; a broken whisper. Sorry, love, it's not enough. And this is the dying of a man… hold my eyes… you've got hell to pay