| Lyrics: | Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the
mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but
what's right?
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's
considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a
stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all,
much at all
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls to
lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade to cover
your eyes
Self pity yourself is so shallow
I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as
stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul
Wake
up sighing, mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
Coalescing
mine are hidden rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
Prison it's only four walls
but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all,
Offering there upon offering
As a
ball with a touch feels
Through its fall, through its fall.
Too cold here
Turn
yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Turn
yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes |
