It started out years ago Long before he ever fucking knew The mind slows, brought on by age It breaks you down, it rips you to shreds Tired eyes, a broken man Thoughts blur with a fucked up head Dead tired he feels like a slave Constantly battling with his own head Loss of words he can't stand up straight The sickness is spreading to his brain This hard working man A father, bread winner Stricken with his pain No cure for his disease It's digging it's way in It burrows like a tick Everyone around him sees it He thinks he's doing fine Mood swings control him now He screams, wishing he could die Mood swings control him now He screams, wishing he could die Violent outburst, he can barely stand This once strong man, is now a boy again He now screams all day Every fucking night Kicking and screaming No cure in sight He lays and waits to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
