The sickness کے بول

Give me the keys to this cage, I have been bleeding for days I feel the end is coming soon and I feel impending sense of doom Suicide, it's dead in my eyes, bleeding Open wide, this these gates that hide inside and dominate Crossover, blind with hate Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs Feel how they bite Loneliness, my home my sweet caress and down inside Life over-filled with pride and dominant Corrosion, de-create Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs Grind my teeth into fangs And the sickness remains Grind my teeth into ....