Testo di Mantis

Everything we've lost was a sacrifice An invitation to a dance on the strings of life Fucked up a life Doing my time for this Going to war with myself Now I want to resign to the fact you were boarding a train called suicide I can feel the itch that was screwing your mind Feeling God damn guilty Feeling guilty and alone Coldblooded notion, so sublime Illuminate the words you could never find Claustrophobic design, glowing analogue white There is no occasion or time that's right Toxic indoctrination to keep my head strong It took me 8 fucking years to admit I was wrong I've playing the victim for far too long It took me 8 fucking years to admit I was wrong A parting of ways I'm counting the days Eight fucking years Years of disdain Digging out what's buried deep inside of this hole Boiling blood, still scared of how deep it goes I guess you're laughing at me, at least at how I've been Underlining my life's sarcastic theme Self-righteous ego laying underneath Can't imagine the silence that brought you to your knees Imagine the silence That brought you to your knees Sorry for the passing of years and seasons I didn't want you to die I'm still here considering all of the reasons But now I understand why