Tom Smith - Personal Cross lyrics

How do I start? Well here it goes I'll write it all down so that everyone knows Dragged out and low, feeling lost With no one to save me, I need a personal cross Cut across my heart, I hope I die This love will make me go blind I got swords for hands and f**ing hearts for eyes Dig out my heart and put my eyes inside Swallow the sight, consume the light I've never felt more alone Forgotten son left out on my own Dragged out and low and feeling lost With no one to save me, I need a personal cross If emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness And cleanliness is godliness, then I'm a filthy f**ing mess Yeah, I'm a wreck, Intoxicated by madness No love, no peace, just sadness A filthy f**ing mess