Ah, I rise and I fall within this wasted man shell oh, what am I to do!? (I' m) not alright the dam might burst at any moment or, what am I to do with all these goddamn feelings I am drowned in a pool of my own bile... and my bleeding... it means nothing? So they're laughing at me am I just so distorted? or perhaps it's the eye that quivers still from all the blood it has begotten and if only they knew that "she's the one that's twisted, and if they heard...
Chorus 1: How I simper, tear and shiver would they have some pity for me? or would they just point their fingers, throw the stones (and) so end my misery.
Truth be toid, I never like my own reflection... found so loathsome If I gave a damn about myself I' d cut my loss and heal my wounds
What am I to do? I still bleed for you. What am I to you? I am hollow through.
I cry out for some respite but all I hear is my own voice. I feel so cold and empty I'll set my self on fire at times I'd pry out my own eyes if darkness could give me some solace You'd squeal out when I need to take out my anger on my face.
It's all so wrong It takes so long
Chorus 2: Should there be, really, gods in heaven? would they not see it fit to destroy me? And if perhaps there might be justice, burn out the cancer that lives inside us This hateful thing we call emotion... such dreams, they plague me Am I just crazy?
And if I could would I ignite them... No, I' m not like that... Oh, I' m not like that.
Chorus 1 Chorus 2 What am I to do? Words, they just fall through What are you to me? Blunt atrocityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
