Psychic Underworld کے بول

Im already dead I feel like my insides have Rotted away My feelings have ceased to exist Im only alive in reactions to my surrroundings I have to do with I couldnt stand to be hurt anymore I couldnt let you hurt me I had to shut down Im only a shell a picture of who I once was Proudly displayed for the ones I care for I dont want to hurt anyone I can only kill myself on the inside In the doorways under the bridges I desolate look in their eyes Showed away from the that feeds Close to home but far from confort Expect more and you get less Its easet to never think But to break the chains is fucking hard Pay your love in money No one will recognize it Taking credit for what is not ours We dont realise we owe nothing Because ownership is a frame of mind