The tremendous weight of my burdened past Has become too much to bear How heavy the pen grows with each stroke When the words will never be shared
Bury me with my crooked quill Let us weep and mourn alone As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved May they be burnt and forgotten
All these pages I've written for no one I'll be long gone before they're ever read There is no hope No belief in salvation And I've grown too tired to care I've found that There is no point No greater purpose We were all designed to fail
Bury me with my crooked quill Let us weep and mourn alone As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved May they be burnt and forgotten
I want to be rid of my life And everything I've ever felt If you won't take it from me, God I'll take it from myself
This is for the friends who act as foes This is my resignation from the human race This is for the family that betrays This is my resignation from the human race This for the world that turned it's back This is my resignation from the human race
This is my resignation from the human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
