Seething with a hunger only you can fill I am the specimen you bend to your will You pertain to everything I despise and it shows My body burns and throes This love I yearn for, is hard to see Though trails of smoke and enkindled trees I have to be free...
You suspect You suspect You suspect...
But I know Just how it feels to be pushed aside And I know Just how many demons still reside I'm alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind My little ventricle of light I know...
Place me in containment, away from harm All but yours, I long for calm I pertain to everything you detest and it shows The light will swell and grow This world I cling to, is history Through walls of bodies and apathy I need some relief...
You suspect You suspect You suspect...
But I know Just how it feels to be pushed aside And I know Just how many demons still reside I'm alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind My little ventricle of light I know Just how it feels to be locked away And I know How you wish my ailment falls astray I'm overthrown, overthrown by something I cannot quell My little vestibule of hell I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
