Who or what is any of this for? An empty theatre Staring at myself Maybe I've had too much time to think Desperate to move on Before I count to one
I draw a line here and now From my sternum to my gut Nothing to numb, nothing to take for the pain Draining the pus Breaking the surface again I push myself under Clean my wounds
With both eyes on the horizon I've got one foot in the grave Before I know it I'll be dead I can't be scared of living anymore
I don't know what I'm searching for Foreign bodies Scared of what I'll find Things better left unsaid Imprisoned in skin In the safety of familiar cells
Acclimatised to life on the inside Psychosomatic, self inflicted Why bother? Let myself slip away
It got the best of me, Well what did that leave? Morbid curiosity compelling me to breathe A whole year cooking in my own juices Self awareness becomes self obsession Self surgery, where will it leave me? Are we healing or just rotting from the inside? My brain's in a blender Flesh barely holding on I'm bursting at the seams I can't hold it in anymore
With both eyes on the horizon I've got one foot in the grave Before I know it I'll be dead I can't be scared of living anymore
Things are always clearer when you take another look Life has left a back door open Giving you a second glanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
