With my eyes shut tight I pray that tomorrow won't be the same But I fear that nothing will change once I awake And I'll only wish these weak arms will
I'm another nightmare What part can you not see? And what are you still holding on to? I have been a wreck since the start I've been dead for years Don
Watching my world fall apart. Preparing for this cold, and misplacing my heart. All that I have is slipping away. I'm doing my best to keep it with me
Your crushing down on my lungs with this weight But I can still breathe, I can breathe just fine You've lead me away from the path which I've made But
You were never good enough for the good life. I was never bad enough for the flipside You're the problem, but I'm no solution. My best intentions laid
Prevod: Grave Digger. Shadow Maker.
Set yourself apart. Let your guard down. There is no need for the mask when I'm around. Can I ever expect for you to make a change when trapped in your
Here I lay awake a-wishin' For one peaceful night to stop thinkin' How can I sleep without pain? Without burning? Without strain? I'm sweating in the
Here I lay wide awake, listening to this city's life Something here calms me, and it comforts me to know That every step I will ever take leads me to
Memories, pale and gray. Nightmares clear as day. Echoes of desperation. Where am I? Who am I? Reality is slippin', slippin' away. Gotta get a grip,
Dead dreams, false hopes Broken ambition Your wretched lies and crooked disguise Reek of insincerities and life's passing you by Past your fake front
Can you hear me yet Do you fucking feel me yet I'm still screaming Still losing my mind Animosity all the time Pull me down, pull me down Pull me down
This world it continues to scream I have no urge I don't wanna belong It keeps talkin' talkin' talkin' away But I'm tuned to a different song There has
This path we walk, we walk alone Dead to their world, we don't belong. Transparent life is all we know. We have no home to call our own. Nothing to lose
Break free Escaping my bitter times Almost slayed by it all No hope in tomorrow A constant fall With abscessed veins, we live for height Product of addiction