The straw that breaks the camel’s back Blood stains on broken glass Primal reactions I can’t repress Refresh the demon again and again and again...
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away But there’s no more room in this rusty cage Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin The air is getting thin
Storming around the place Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath I feel better if I hurt myself I’m still searching for the hole Where all my anger began to flow It’s an ugly trip inside I’m afraid… I know just what I’ll find
There’s something here that isn’t right I don’t wanna hurt you I don’t want to see you cry Hidden in a corner, my hands cover my face I must admit that I need help
Down in the basement I shut my wrath away But there’s no more room in this rusty cage Like a pressure cooker where my air is getting thin The air is getting thin
Storming around the place Gritting teeth, cursing under my breath I feel better if I hurt myself I’m still searching for the hole Where all my anger began to flow It’s an ugly trip inside I’m afraid… I know just what I’ll find
Angry for this, angry for that I am done for, there’s no turning back In my mouth a bitter taste Molotov cocktails to quench my thirstTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
