Spent 歌词

Two decades spent trying to find my place in unfamiliar comfort Trying to find out why my hands still shake, amongst my absent nervous breaks A devotion made of stone, one by which I will not break And I swear to God that I won’t make the same mistakes And at the end of it all Our graves will be dug In the same soil of this hell we call home And maybe if you set me aflame My wounds would cauterize So burn a whole in my skin And let the rest catch fire Burn a whole in my skin And let the rest catch fire And I’ve been trying to find a way To escape from my state of decay And I long for the day I don’t need anyone to convince me I’m getting better And maybe I am My life in the making I will die living Two decades spent trying to find my place My life in the making I will die living Two decades spent trying to find my place Two decades spent trying to find my place