Head first into the teeth of the gears Nothing tastes more bitter than the taste of these tears Neglected and left out to dry Starved of love, we are all bastardised
Head first into the teeth of the gears Your crippling anxieties, your worries, your fears Tied up to a bottle or two from the times You fell out of life, we are all bastardised
Bound to You're bound to implode
We are walking a tightrope Always an inch from our final farewells We are blinded in a mine field One step from being blown the fuck to hell
Spine snapped
Your spine was snapped in two at birth And you've fallen so far from the truth You'll be impaled by your delusions of grief Pierce your favourite worries, no soul underneath I understand now The only thing that you didn't mean Was your emotions, and your opinions And everything in between
When you've run out of your pills and your bottles run dry You are all out of hope from your books and the sky Your weaknesses they will bleed into your mind Taste what illness you can find
Depression, anxiety, what is the trend for the week What can't you take, is it too late for you To be burnt at the stake I'm not saying I'm any better, I'm just numb to the touch Subjected to life We are all bastardised
The worst prison is a man's own mind Locked up and left behind And you ask me why I never get rest Just my lack of purpose has me working up a sweat
The worst prison is a mans own mind Locked up and left behind The worst prison is a mans own mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
