Testo di Foreign Pain

Trouble. Looking at a heart once gold, life already lost. Beginning to the end (a mental holocaust). And it's so depressing, worrying. Truth is hard to find. Trouble here. Still seeking, repeating. Still I gotta strive. I gotta strive, I gotta try. Engaged with foreign pain, bombs dropped right though your brain. Life's hard you know the game. I try but still it rains. Hearts just explode (Awake I try to see). Lock and reload (Inhale this life I breathe). Searching, seeking, now exists a problem somewhere deep inside, now I gotta know. And I cut though snakes with deadly knives of mind. And the serpents' fangs again will kill in time.