The rough surface Tears away for than I can bear Compared to the smooth friction burn That I've grown accustomed to And I am denied Time and time again To reach the end So long but I have not Cast aside like so much wasted time Defeated pride No will to learn or understand why How did it come to be Scattered recollections Flashes of light that remind me Sonic vibrations Evoke an emotional response Arms reaching out Grasping at nothing Outside stimuli Beckon a response From a primal need to maintain And are met with lashing out Reflexes born of instinct A final vestige of hope To pull me out Breathe again in hell Fill my lungs Live again less regretful time It reduces me The fact that I still bleedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
