Intensive pressure fills my veins
and my heart is fading, and I cannot see.
My eyes is filled with despondent tears,
as my scattered mind fills with fears.
Memories of my foreign life,
makes pictures of blooddriven lies,
and all I see is the horror creeping deep inside,
making me see,
making me cry.
Please forgive me lord, oh thy.
This world is meaningless and so am I.
This is the hour for me to leave,
Breathing... LIES.... Breathing... DIES...
 
Copyright © cln, All Rights Reserved