Getting cold Now the buzz is gone And my hands are starting to shake Brain fever Rising � life signs subsiding And limbs are starting to quake
I don�t feel angry anymore I can�t feel anything I don�t feel nothing anymore I just feel like sleeping
All my senses Expand to their limits But I can�t think sensibly Filled my blood With a shot of Bacchus� love But things are starting to change
I don�t feel angry anymore I can�t feel anything I don�t feel nothing anymore I just feel like sleeping
Ashamed Of what I had not become I tried to find something That would lead me toward A better quality Of life Instead I found opened the door To something I can�t see The length, depth Breadth or width of
Now I find myself Afflicted with more pain, Suffering, warfare, anguish And distaste Than any man could ever Possibly hope to achieve
So in the end If you find me I�m not dead I�m just trying to sleep
Disease of the soul Disease of the soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
