My fingers trace, follow the lines Bloodred scratches on the walls Isolate, embracing the darkness Yet I can hear them scream
Fighting the war inside my head With my back against the wall Holding me down, to torch my mind Shooting the needle into my eye
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science
Am I insane, gone deranged I cannot trust my eyes What to expect, what to learn So many questions unheard
You feed me acid, burn my skin Broken limbs, injuries within As I struggle, try to connect What's you purpose, what's your plan
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science
While you stand and wait, I grind my flesh to the bone While you feast on my pain, and feed the ignorance While you glutton in wealth, I pay the consequence
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of scienceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
