Oh how my hate is beckoning me to give into it The stench of failure seeps through my skin And takes me once again With open eyes I look ahead to find my sanctity But all I find is disappointment How will my dreams begin?
With all but my mind Closed over I’ll break the hold from this agonising suffocation That drags me down They say that I’ve been catatonic A fragment of a man Now with the pieces I have now found Will I be whole?
The choices I’ve made Have brought me here The choices I make Will be my last chance
In times like these we see what has become of man dissolve Our empathy is weaning and our formula life is wrong Is wrong
Inside of me the battle rages on with no relief My mind is ripe with indecision There’s something more to this So tell me what am I supposed to do with empathy? These problems that I see before me are what’s to come
I am hated and I have suffered and I have seen the truth for what I’ve become I have denied and I am denial and I have severed ties with all that I know
The choices I’ve made Have brought me here The choices I make Dissolve
The things we see inside are more true than we once realised, Now we stand and hesitate. The difference is that I've accepted what I've become. Erased all I know. Stood on the outside.
Will I get one more chance to redeem myself for what I’ve done?
In times like these we see what has become of man dissolve Our empathy is weaning and our formula life is wrong
In times like these we see what has become of man dissolve (we see it all dissolve, we see it all) Our empathy is weaning and our formula life is wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
