I cannot carry on, Drifting beneath the canopies, I pass a rotting song bird, A sign as the sun sets for the last time, In search of a home for my bones, I've torn myself apart, Over something I can't fix, I reminisce over past days gone by, Shedding a teardrop for blood, Thriving off my own decay,
When I'm forgotten, You'll be given the comfort you needed, A warm place to stay, As my days remain grey, Though before I'm gone, I mark these words in stone, Engraved with one thousand razor blades, In scathing blood, my body swayed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
