Testo di Marisol

Fix your disease Leave in a cardboard box Syringe induced dreams Help forget all of us Pray under him Crucifix with no meaning Do not resuscitate Appetites have run cold Back and forth, the room starts to swing For when you fall asleep Lips turn to stone Empty handed and alone And alone Appetites have run cold Back and forth, the room starts to swing For when you fall asleep Lips turn to stone Empty handed and alone Before I have to leave Tears gravitate and your cold surface speaks Dying on a payphone Sleeping rough in the car For what I've lost here Won't stop falling As I've been overthinking everything Falling Falling