When will he be free A frail man, drowning in his own depression Nothing left but skin and bone Push away the life he's known His heart is empty He's abandoned what was once his home He's confined to a world of darkness Just to ensure he dies alone A cold wet touch With blood shot eyes Despising the world he lives in Nobody to hear his cries Fuck Dreams of a better place Crushed by the world he sees He sees filth and to him that's all it will be This tortured soul will be gone and forgotten death was his release He is now freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
