Body cold and comatose Locked away from the ones who need you most No one left to hold you close With vacant eyes like an endless overdose
In your empty hole, Who is gonna claim your immortal soul? In your empty hole, Who is gonna claim your soul?
Nothing I say, nothing I do Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you Drowning in pain, determined to lose Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Walking dead, body snatcher Essence stifled inside the specter of disaster Spirit distilled, 100 proof Half alive, half dead, in the ashes of the truth
In your empty hole, who is gonna claim your immortal soul In your empty hole, who is gonna claim your soul?
Nothing I say, nothing I do Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you Stewing in shame, spewing abuse Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you
Nothing I say, nothing I do Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save you Clawing in vain, I'll never break through Nothing is ever going to be good enough to save youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
