Hands worn down 'till no feelings left in my fingers Stealing air from others to rid myself the stench of dormancy Not one single window will line the back of this hearse Lying black and blue in bed Starting again soon - welcome parallel universes in my sleep Holding myself hostage To standards I can't uphold Drowned in all my fucking faults Bleed myself of all warmth To remain one with the cold Soul worn down to nil Inaudible gasps and unique last minute ideas Don't let yourself go Soul worn down to nil Don't ever let yourself goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
