The voices I hear bore through the sides of my skull Burrow inside and make themselves at home Their whispers cut like knives I can't drown them out Pull me to the garden Where all the wicked rest
In perfection, God put me here to hurt Severed
Sing soft until My vision goes completely black There's nothing here for me I'm not going back
Echoes of regret Anger and pain Linger in my mind And whisper my name
All the scars on my skin are all I'm worth All the scars on my skin are all I'm worth All I'm worth to anyone
One for selfishness One for pride And hundreds all over For every lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
