Adapt Submit Your thoughts are not your own Defined by fear Your relish in the role of victim You really think I'll let you get away? I might be bruised and bleeding Long forgotten One foot in the grave Stand up Stand down I'll cut you at the knees There's always a place to run to But doesn't pride slow your feet? Time has forsaken me Go live your mundane life and never look back I'm still alive You should have let me die So goddamn ripe for the taking Your aims not true when you're shaking No need to dwell in what made me feel safe My fire for you burned me Yet left alive A blackening stain Ripped apart An open heart Downed pray for carrion flocks Don't try to pick out my eyes By my hand you'll surely die Have you ever felt like you'll die all alone? A black premonition that your life's been sold? Some cruel puppet master broke your soul Ripped out your ten dollar heart of gold All falling down Burning leaves Put the fire with all our dreams How can I tear you out and not bleed? How can an open wound sustain me? I've been here for days... There's always a place to run to Yet the places keep getting smaller and smallerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
