Blinded By chemicals Coming from inside me Black clouds Of darkness Oppressive and hovering - oh no
Overcome By depression I'm a walking fatality Crushing Can barely move I don't have the strength to scream
Enveloped by a force, I have no control Consciousness of mine works against me My brain screams "Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!" And it seems like an ideal opportunity
Worthlessness, abandonment An orphan of all humanity Quicksand from which there is no escape
Misfired Connections Inside my brain
There is no more hope for me Than there is hope for any human being
Nothing can be right at all It cannot be corrected Doubled over The pain it hurts in nonexistence
Enveloped by a force, I have no control Consciousness of mine works against me My brain screams "Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!" And it seems like an ideal opportunity And it seems like an ideal opportunity And it seems like an ideal opportunityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
