Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 7.83/10 [23 votes]Album: A Series of Unfortunate Concurrencies / Original Release Date: 2011-05-26Genre: RockSong Duration: 6 min 04 sec
Jaded by the blow
An instant calibration of my head
all the given’s lost
Treated like a foe
A total cancellation of myself,
On you surface frost
What I see debris you see a mould
No need to pray
No words to say
Your eyes are blind
I’ll run away
I found the way
My sea, your bay
I think this time
I’ll pull away
While you insist in living life
In your bubble
I’m leaving traces of my skin
on the rubble
I’m falling
I’m crawling
Appalling
Nothing’s the same
I’m falling
I’m crawling
Appalling
Everything’s changed
No need to pray
No words to say
Your eyes are blind
I’ll run away
I found the way
My game, your play
I think this time
I’ll get away
I’m sick if the words
that makes everything nice
I can’t justify
furthermore any vice
and there’s only one
that can wipe out the shame
Whatever I do
it will stay just the same