The Famished Art Of Living کے بول

Feel the cold Darkest days, restless life Only want to kill the pain inside Good to me, kiss the silence Face to face, renewal and rebirth All the things i feel So confused and so intense All these things i need Fading away Rise Find myself, once again Building bases on the slippery mud Corrosive, imperfect Not like you but better anyway We walk on the thin line of decadence And self-importance Playing with hope, trust, loyalty In search of a rotten dream We are the rotten dream Can you see my world Buried by this cloack of pain? Now the feeling grows It´s out of control Grow, grow Rise, see no more Rise, hear no more Rise, speak no more Rise, rise I need you now to believe This feeling must be wrong I need a reason to resist Nothing´s clear