Cursed by my imagination, Teeming with echoes of situations I do not feel well, Pressed beneath this spell Polishing my social skills With one more drink and two more pills I do not feel good I thought by now I would But then again...
It's like one thousand papercuts, Soaked in vinegar Like the battles with yourself, That leave you insecure It's all just a numbing charade Till the day you finally wake up And you're not Afraid
Bound by my own disposition The endless hunt to find fruition I'm insatiable even if my cup is full My sore throats are now routine I gotta write those, songs make 'em scream They're insatiable even if their ears are full But then again...
It's like one thousand papercuts, Soaked in vinegar Like the battles with yourself, That leave you insecure It's all just a numbing charade Till the day you finally wake up And you're not Afraid
It's like one thousand papercuts, Soaked in vinegar Like the battles with yourself, That leave you insecure It's all just a numbing charade Till the day you finally wake up And you're not AfraidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
