There’s something wrong inside of me, A stomachache of tragedy. Can’t tell if I’m cursed, or chronically ill, There’s so much inside of me, I’m trying to kill.
Woe, And misery have followed me Sorrows, Periphery is choking me Will, I ever leave behind the exquisite pain Hope, Intrinsically, is lost on me
My insomnia waves, And sleeping through the days, Make me look like I’m fine... that’s nothing but a lie Eating to fill my flesh And starving myself Have got me looking in good health But I still don’t feel my best
What I told myself was a pilgrimage Is nothing short of a severance You can tell from my pure grim image That I am only alive For reverence
Despite the uncompromising pain I’m still so scared of death The only difference between A rut and a grave Is the depthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
