Daycare, malware No longer sleeping Weeping under blankets Panic button flashing Gasping for a cowboy killer Cold and calculated Outdated Alone and dying
I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no I'm reaching out a hand
Helpline, daytime television Permission for patient pending Trembling and absent-minded Blinded, missing in action
I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no Who is in command I don't understand
When you're lying in your bed, raw cold and bleeding Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Praying that your prayers still hold some meaning We will be the spell at the end of your tongue
Hours turn into seasons As you wait around to die Howling out for Jesus But he waves and walks on by
I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no I'm reaching out a hand
Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me
When you're lying in your bed, old soiled and screaming Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Wired up to keep your cold, cold heart beating We will be the pill on the end of your tongue
When you're hanging by a thread staring at the ceiling Kicking at the chair you're standing on Strangling until you're no longer breathing We will be the air inside your lungs
Our blood is not for sale (x4)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
