Quarta-feira 29 Dez 2010, 15h:31
(Fast blast beats or thrash we decide)
Is my anguish really real?
or just a storm cloud in my brain
Am i feeling love and hate
Can thinking make me go insane?
or do I lack the DNA
to live a subtle unstirred life
honestly i'm not the type
(Slowed down fill)honestly it's just not right
(Slowed down riff)
So bruised it's black
my brain bares attack
the same snares that snap
and on your life attach
(Speeds up)
I'm seeking fucking ignorance
The price of life is on my head
I wake up feeling sick the same
way i feel when i go to bed
(Slowest)
Nerves bend and break
but you swim in your shame
your bodys afloat, in an effortless way
meaning of life, is to trudge through your head
enduring reality, until you are dead