Woe Lays down upon my soul Dreams Fray the edges of this insanity
I've seen the end And it's covered in flies
Scars like rivers run so deep And well upon the surface of my skin Pale and trembling half asleep So weary and cold within
Sorrow cuts like a blade As blue lips part Rendered as a shade Humanity thus unmade
Each thought a barb Each promise a vow Each scream a prayer That shreds away another layer
Close the door on your way out I'm drowning in a miasma Of your own making I've smelled the sorow
I have no strength left to hide I have nothing left to hide
Huddled in rags Stopped, this pale corpse Shuns the sun is left to burnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
