Besedila: Surfact. Suppression.

Suppression
of all the things that I hold in
Suppression
it takes away my common sense
Suppression

You run through my veins forever holding on
You get in my way and yet I move along
You drag out the pain oh where did I go wrong my dear
To find you here

Deceiving
all the dreams that I once had
Believing
but I can't find the right way back
Suppression

You run through my veins forever holding on
You get in my way and yet I move along my dear
I find you here

Suppression
of all the things that I hold in
Suppression