I've got, a narrow scope of vision Theres mosters crowding my periphery I'm enraged, and I am on a mission I'm haunted, I have a ghost in me
I have a journal and it's next to my bed It catches nightmares as they drip from my head I try to read them but they're written in code Burning up the pages from the weight of the motherload
Who walks down these halls Living vicariously through the soles of her feet Who traces her fingers along theses walls Who makes the floorboards creek
I love you, I love you I don't say those words cause they never sound real I love you, I love you I don't have a body and I can't even feel
I've got to make it home by midnight I'm alive, but I have lost my eyesight I once was running and I tripped and fell A bible thumped me and I slipped in to hell I turned around and I pulled out my hair 'Cause all the christians were thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
