كلمات Damage

You call me by the root of your disease (your disease) The sickening place of which I feel at ease What approaches is not what I fear But how many minutes of breath I waste before I disappear (disappear) If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light My limbs stretched past their reach To touch the only key That leads to immortality But is that really what I want? What good comes from flesh and blood? What feeble niceties flood Passion in the wombs of those who bear my father’s lust? What name will I carry on? Am I just another damaged son Born to shoulder dishonor when you’re gone? If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light Forgotten colors animate my mother’s face Much as before I was given hate Her words are monotone in scale And the red reaction sets me back again (sets me back again) If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light Was it really meant to be this cold? Your hatred