Besedila: With Broken Wings. The Birth Of Catastrophe.

And I've begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper.

(What is wrong with me..)

And I've begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
As I slowly begin to walk towards it.

And while walking towards it
I trip and fall.
I sit awake to prevent from falling
And while lying awake I see a door being shut.
I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath.

And I've begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually

And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
As I slowly begin to walk towards it.

And as I look over my lifeless body
I think to myself.
Is this how it ends?
A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me.
(a life that killed me)

And I've begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
As I slowly begin to walk towards it. (x3)

What is Wrong With Me?