Paroles de Down

I can still hear myself Being carried away by an ambulance I can still hear you say to me That you don’t love me anymore Oh, I can still taste the black It coats my throat, soaks my tears Pray now, pray now The man next door is screaming ‘Cause he don’t know his brain no more I can still feel the war That is brewing around the dinner meal All my friends, they’re infused With an ego as big as an artist deal Oh, I could get all wrapped up and point my fingers Point them, point them To everyone who’d ever know But they will never know That I feel like I’m lost forevermore