I can't comprehend silhouettes in size The trunks age right before my eyes I’m lost, what can I do Unfamiliar shapes and hues
The terror eats at my mind I can't escape this feeling
It feels my flesh should flake away Like petals from the roses Like leaves from the trees
Is it just my mind or is it something more The frost cuts through my feet like shards of ice
I can't help but fear myself Is something out to get me
(Dave Simonich of Signs of the Swarm) Tormented by these delusions I can’t help but to fear myself My mind at harvest Like the wilted rose
Bound to this desolation True decay, true pain Death release this hell Fearing what I am, I fear myself Tormented by these foul delusions I can't help but to fear myself Like the wilted rose Bound to this desolation True decay, true pain Ive come to fear myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
