In times like these I almost think that I could feel again In these sick, weak moments I almost believe that I could find some peace in this wretched world In the grip of fevered dreams I laugh aloud, reflecting on these sad hallucinations Brought by a twisted fucking illness It seeps into my brain, seems to poison my soul I know the truth, and it is hell
Won’t let this sickness conquer my will The thought of it sends me into a rage
But I know the truth There is no hope, there is no victory I won’t be coming back from this nightmare Yes, I know the truth There is no life, only this sickness I won’t be waking up from this nightmare
Blood Is sickness I am living, deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
