In the night you feel Somewhat unreal And it ain't fiction
It's catching up, with you Nothing you can do, no
And the hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand flies
It's time to fall, you'll see It ain't no misery And it will not end
It's a fact, and it's cold Just like you've been told, so
The hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand flies
Your stomach turns Your eyes, they itch and burn Pray to god 'get them off of me' Alone on bloody bending knees
Despite the fact you scream and shout No one reacts or cares about They say it's all just in your head It's plain to see you're left for dead
In the night you feel Somewhat unreal And it ain't fiction
It's catching up, with you Nothing you can do, no
The hurt begins Leeches on your skin As you're standing by The sun's eclisped by a thousand fliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
