Recurring Themes Of Pain & Death Returning By Midnight... Songtext
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I AM SLAVE OF MY THIRST
FOR INDISCRETION GOOD BECOMES WORSE
HOLD MY MY BROKEN HAND
CRUSHED BY FUCKING HONEST DEEDS
I GIVE IT ALL TO ANGELIC DEMONS
SEWING THEIR PRECIOUS DYING SEEDS
Let the night carve into my soul
Epitaphs of wasted words the demons stole
I cannot die with the will to live
I cannot reach my own plateau
These voices in my head tell me no!
And like a leech it will not go
This worm of hate will feed until its full!
I AM SICK OF MY THIRST
FOR A NEW DIRECTION GOOD LEADS TO WORST
SOMETIMES I WANT TO FEEL
LIKE I DID THAT WARM JULY
I GIVE IT ALL TO MY WORTHLESS FEELINGS
I EVEN FORGOT HOW TO CRY
pierce me
PIERCE ME!! LIKE A CHRIST!!
WITH MY OWN DISEASE!!
I'VE FUCKIN SCRAPED MY KNEES!
My insides cry, no more to give
FOR INDISCRETION GOOD BECOMES WORSE
HOLD MY MY BROKEN HAND
CRUSHED BY FUCKING HONEST DEEDS
I GIVE IT ALL TO ANGELIC DEMONS
SEWING THEIR PRECIOUS DYING SEEDS
Let the night carve into my soul
Epitaphs of wasted words the demons stole
I cannot die with the will to live
I cannot reach my own plateau
These voices in my head tell me no!
And like a leech it will not go
This worm of hate will feed until its full!
I AM SICK OF MY THIRST
FOR A NEW DIRECTION GOOD LEADS TO WORST
SOMETIMES I WANT TO FEEL
LIKE I DID THAT WARM JULY
I GIVE IT ALL TO MY WORTHLESS FEELINGS
I EVEN FORGOT HOW TO CRY
pierce me
PIERCE ME!! LIKE A CHRIST!!
WITH MY OWN DISEASE!!
I'VE FUCKIN SCRAPED MY KNEES!
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