Six of Swords - Acoustic

If I defile everything she touched
 Oh sweet Mercy, would that be enough?
 Piss on ground left holy
 Spit and bile hold me up
 This is no way to live
 I could cut, cut
 But it wouldn't do a goddamn thing
 With how Time defiles all my open cuts
 Foe turned Mercy to swallow you up
 Though it may erode me
 It'll wash away your memory
 In a flood, a flood of violent grief
 I need but keep my head above, above
 To survive and live free
 I've been digging in the same cuts
 Sifting through the same blood
 Just dying to bleed
 I've been hissing with a vile tongue
 Blowing out these wild lungs
 Just trying to breathe
 Made my way fighting high waves
 And ever have I endured
 Earned my spurs in tides turned
 And ever daring True North
 Six swords no longer needed
 Throw them overboard
 Tribute turbulent seas
 With eyes on the shore