Life opened its doors and told me to make myself at home.
Well I can't get comfortable
Buried my faith and the book back in the ground. A sense of purpose and clarity nowhere to be found. Purpose. Clarity. Nowhere to be found. Whether it's the liquor in my blood or the plant in my lungs, I still feel nothing but numb. Bring me back to when I was young, When I didn't question every thought and all my fucking senses.
Do I stride towards the social norm or just remain empty and torn? I wish I knew I wish I cared
Every morning I hunt for my reality Every evening I interrogate my motives Day til night I spill blood with my consciousness.
The static rages in my mind while I watch the world go by, two cold steps at a time.
Life opened its doors and told me to make myself at home. Well, I can't get comfortable. I'm fucking sorry but it's time for me to leave.
Lock the door and throw away the key Fuck this, I'm running on empty Existence grabs me at my throat Squeezing out every breath of life, not letting go Gasping for an answer to this crisis I draw my last breath and then I'm reminded
Uncertainty is a curse Alone I walk the earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
