Come lie on this bed of glass and razors Feel the nails in your mind pull you down On this bed enter deepened slumber In sleep you scream cannot make a sound
Peeling skin once again
See light so loud it deafens Hear sound so bright that it blinds Plead for immolation of the senses Apocryphal blessing in disguise
Please god can't take any more Won't you come and shut my door A huddled form upon the floor Release me can't take any more
Pull back the facade and see underneath Look in the mirror feel fear increase Look inside see what you really are A thing of pain a mass of bundled scars
Please god can't take any more Won't you come and shut my door A huddled form upon the floor Release me can't take any more
Come lie on this bed of glass and razorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
