Testo di Morphine

(one month locked up in a hospital) Rest easy foes for tonight my eyes will close I always held my tongue assuming tomorrow would always come But another day has passed, I still cant see the end What wrong turn led me to his end? Woke up, quenching razors again These faces are not my friend Dodging trains in my sleep Days as long as years beyond belief The authors of the prophecies are dead and gone The authors of your epitaph have just been born Your deathbed is not a wishing well