كلمات Dead Dreams

Kill the lights I'm so sick of your face Another night wasted wishing you away Now I'm cut, I'm cut at the wrist But i still can't kill the pain I'd give anything to rip you from my head From my head The return of your voice marks another failure And i can feel your blades closing on my back I'll savour this one last taste, this taste of sanity As it clutches, tearing at my heart This is my final act of desperation One second lost gives way to disease I'd give anything to rip you from my head Cause i can feel you Creeping through me Like a sickness Your weakness Scars your fucking face Scars your name The return of your voice Marks another failure And i can feel your blades Closing on my back As light fades to past Darkness wells against me But my shattered eyelids Refuse to close Your breathe is death to me