Crawling on a midnight mission This crutch of mine is such a vision Crushing any former sense of pride Enduring repetitions – body guilt of sedition Leaving all reality behind
Failure to delay immediate gratification Wish I could believe it wasn’t my decision
So tightly tied to a bleeding soulless bride But I still can’t bear to turn her away The needles daring my soul to start preparing The broken glass – my pillow for tonight
Failure to delay immediate gratification Wish I could believe it wasn’t my decision – my decision to make
Let it in and race to judgment Drowning in it – never satisfied A sin to touch it yet you seem to love it Marvel at this contradiction in my hand
Let it in and race to judgment Drowning in it – never satisfied A sin to touch it yet you seem to love it Marvel at this contradiction in my hand
Unwanted, unneeded? Yet it desecrates your soul Descending, unending… give yourself to this demon mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
