How the backbone of the self it bends, when the candle burns at both ends... I did it just like Icarus… Through mechanical patterns now I imitate, this everyday life, so dull and stale... And self-discipline is so frail…
The warmth of the poisonous glow in my blood, Living with the burden of knowing…X2
Crawl back inside the hole in my arm, release the serpent and I´ll follow... I have no use for tomorrow… Like some shadow of the former self, an imitation, a hollow shell. I´m the one who needs to die to feel alive…
The warmth of the poisonous glow in my blood, Living with the burden of knowing…
Crawl back inside the hole in my arm, release the serpent and I´ll follow.... I have no use for tomorrow… Through mechanical patterns, now I imitate, this everyday life, so dull and stale... I´m the one who needs to die to feel alive…
The warmth of the poisonous glow in my blood, Living with the burden of knowing…
Destination desperation, the needle feeds the only salvation, delivers me from trepidation… So pick your poison well, your only companion through this hell, when you have no soul left to sell…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
