The Bleeding Heart

You let it go for nothing, but you think you did it well
When this is long forgotten, so is your farewell
So this was built for breaking, a call to arms
The ultimate solution, the final march

This is time running through my fingers
This is the bleeding heart
And in the end there will be no winner, only the bleeding heart
Beating hard

There will be no fair warning and nothing left behind
Once the hammer is falling everything is mine
All this was built for breaking breaking apart
Depart to nothing, nowhere, another scar

This is time running through my fingers
This is the broken heart
And in the end there will be no winner, only the broken heart
Broken hard

This is a call to arms for the bleeding and broken
Depart to nothing
Nowhere
Breaking apart

So this is time running through my fingers
This is the bleeding heart
And in the end there will be no winner, only the bleeding heart
Broken hard