Testo di Charade

I'm feeling something in my bones What's buried here is dead and gone Was taking over my whole soul Unspoken desires Not thinking things ahead, the hatred that I spread The poison in my veins was my own ball and chain I went under, pulled me under, way under From here on I'll wear my heart on my sleeve even alone Because the man that stands before me is not an enemy I walk on down the street, there's nothing there for me So I head on home No more of this charade that's kept me so irate I fight it I walk on down the street, then I head on home There's nothing there for me, I despise it No more of this charade that's kept me so irate