It peaks out amidst adversity: Like a crescent moon choking on the fumes of life. You said everything would be fine. You said everything would be fine. You said..but yet I find myself in a tub full of ice. Knife in hand. Wondering when this will end. Hold me tight, one last time. Hold me tight. Can you do one more thing? Bleed for me. Bleed for me so I can let go. Can you do one more thing? Bleed for me so I can let go.