Besedila: Allele. Point Of Origin. Fake.

In a dark room, with no conscious
I hear a voice saying not again
In a circle, of no reason
Stepping on everyone you call your friends

Always on empty it's unambiguous
You're testing my patience as you avoid the rest
So no I'm falling and I'm filling up
With the emotion I'm choking up
And your walls keep building up
Your pain defines me, inside it's blinding

And the pieces, on the inside
You will break and you'll mold again
What's the purpose for all this pain?
Will you find yourself again?

Always on empty it's unambiguous
You're testing my patience as you avoid the rest
So no I'm falling and I'm filling up
With the emotion I'm choking up
And your walls keep building up
Your pain defines me, inside it's blinding

You fake everything you do
And throw it all away when you're through

So no I'm falling and I'm filling up
With the emotion I'm choking up
And your walls keep building up
Your pain defines me, inside it's blinding