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I´M HAVING FINGERNAILS FOR BREAKFAST

I HAVE NO LOVE BUT FOR NICOTINE

MY HEART BECOMES A WASTELAND

MORE AND MORE EACH FUCKING DAY

I FADE AWAY

THE WORDS YOU SPOKE

RING IN MY EARS LIKE CHURCHBELLS AT A FUNERAL PROCESSION

THE LAST RIGHTS BEFORE THEY BURY MY LIFE

NEVER TO BE THE SAME AGAIN

I´M FEEL TRAPPED AND ALONE

AS TIME GOES BY

I START REALIZING THAT NOTHING SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE ANYMORE

IT´S A STRINGING TOGETHER OF USELESS EVENTS

AND VACUOUS CONVERSATIONS

MY THOUGHTS GATHER AROUND THE THINGS I BARELY CAN´T CHANGE

AS I STAGGER I FEEL THE GROUND MOVE

I CAGE MYSELF IN AS I PRETEND THAT THIS IS ONLY A PHASE

FUCK MYSELF UP

LOSING MYSELF IN THOUGHTS OF DENIAL

LOSING MYSELF IN THOUGHTS OF HATRED

THAT MIGHT OFFER SOME RELIEF

I CAGE MYSELF IN AS I PRETEND THAT TIME WILL TELL

THIS URGENT FEELING DEEP INSIDE MY GUTS TELLS ME THAT I´M WRONG

AND ONCE AGAIN I MADE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF

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from II. Self​-​titled 7" EP (2011), released November 30, 2011
guestvocals by Rica Piscone

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