To all those who acquiesced these scars Just because they loved the person holding the knife: It’s getting-even time… …for those I love, I’ll sacrifice… And I’ll slit their throats with the knife they left in my back
Some say time heals But I’m pretty sure that’s a lie What they really mean Is that you will eventually get used to the void You will simply forget Who you were without it You’ll forget what you looked like Without all these scars
You look like a winter night My scars hold your dreams I could sleep inside the cold of you The hole in your heart that won’t close
Your breath resembles the kiss of death Causing my thirst, holding these scars Together we drank merely gangrene Although without hesitation… …down in one…
You see, love could be labeled poison Fuck it… …we would drink it anyway Now this river will cleanse away our traces May the bridges I burn light your way
Only the injured truly understand the wounded Everything I touch turns into quicksand anyway Sadly this life is my noose… …please hang me higher I am this grave with a view… …the so-called void…
So why do you trouble yourself, my heart? Maybe this wayfare will kill us But weren’t we dying anyway?
…weren’t we dying anyway?
Cause only the injured can truly understand the wounded When everything they touch turns into quicksand Sadly this life is their noose, come on hang them higher We are this grave with a view… …we are… …this void…
Thousand miles down the river, thousand winters upstream What were we expecting, what did we bide to signify? You may have been here, but you left the place very early So let me go, let me leave! I never meant to stay anyway…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
