Слова:
Dead Poetic Four Wall Blackmail

this world is filled with loneliness Bleed one more time for me 'Cause the struggles of this world are blistering, blistering Your cells run through my veins The times you lifted a dead

These four walls have seen the worst of me. They're bleeding confession, but they'll never speak. These four walls have seen the life I truly lead. They

I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel. I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle. Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles.

Desperately waiting on something that's more than nothing. I've been here forever waiting just to see your hands. If you hear me cry, It's just something

world is filled with loneliness. Bleed one more time for me. 'Cause the struggles of this world are blistering. Blistering. Your cells run through my veins. The times you lifted a dead

(Your tradition) I'm getting so sick of creating this music to please you The way it used to be is the very thing that blinds you. That's why you can

These words roll of my tongue like second nature. But I'm far from my womb, and you know I'm far from you. So when do I come back to you? Was this already