Sickroom Bed کے بول

Feels like murky water Down my throat The depressive feeling Of a sinking boat Blurry visions Blind my sights Anger and pain Which evil delights Alone, in my room Inside, four corners only gloom Alone, in my room Inside, four corners only doom Feels like murky water Down my throat The depressive feeling Of a sinking boat Blurry visions Blind my sights Anger and pain Which evil delights Love is a lottery Love is a lottery Love is a lottery It does bring harmony Or brings misery When triple 7 doesn't show Your sickroom bed is here, to moan To let all of your tears flow Cherish itself will never show How to live alone When we're used to be only one How to live alone When we've got bonds undone How to live alone When modern times Don't fix our hearts How to live alone When this love, just tear us apart I am restrained In my darkest prison Paying for some things I have never done But why, should it be this way Laying in my sickroom bed Every memory, kills me