Oh it was my fault that this began to escalate My beautiful road with a bridge meant for crossing Now I’m here with my dead tools in my dead hand My project of desire stopped by my naivity
But my back began to break and I began to stop But my heart bled with every step and I could not feel My personal savior stuck in the middle But my back began to break and I began to stop But my heart bled with every step and I could not feel My savior, my personal savior built in the middle
As I run across my road I yearn for an ending Yet how could I want when I never had a beginning Now my skeletal figure reaches out and cries Now my skeletal self stretches out in my personal hell
And my chest began to pound but I could not stop And my body hurt but I never stopped I just kept on going Personal savior, stuck in the middle And my chest began to pound but I could not stop And my body hurt but I never stopped I just kept on going Personal savior, stuck in the middleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
