Testo di Gross Thread And Rusted Needles

Constant psychosis Sustains my failures Retains the hate I feel for my bloodflow Represses the lassitude I feel for my chest's beating I restored my own wounds with my addictions My vanity of sin Sealed my lacerations with gross thread and rusted needles And paid for the mistakes my hands made You'd never believe what I told you while you were sleeping The panic in you would be so indescribable That scrap your face until skinless and die Would be the only things you'd wish Just by describing the place I want to be at And things I don't dare to say again A place where to know I'm so much nothing Where the gold is to find methods to end each day Where the demons have no wings Where the sunlight never comes out again No more nights No more light Time to keep in silence To praise the rope in my neck that keeps my face proudly risen Time has become silent... ...Time wounds all heals