Time creeps, the hard they come
A life bless such miracle
Release me form te dawn they brings
Give up from the gift
For the ways i´ve been trying to face off
Inner self, at all
Time morning chrome
Living in a box made of prozak
Brings me, makes me
Killing into, Reckless
Fistfucks, die
How could i help you back, when i don´t even know your name
Both want to hurt you so, flying in a dirty fate
Come back to cut you up
you burn me to tear apart
you´ll fall from your pedestal
you cruficied me but i fell on my knees
when the rain falls, all the fear´s above
can´t get enough, all it will be worth
because im´m dying, bleeding, roaming
everything´s forbidden
hate, love, worthless, false
credits
from Songs From The Flesh,
released April 5, 2004
J. Pascual, R. Martos, O. Zubelzu
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