It is like a count down to extinction. The death dealer comes around once a again. It seems That he has missed me once again, but I want to feel the pain. If the last moment of life is the longest, Why can't I live forever.
A count down to extiction, but it never seems to come, at least not for me. A bottle has the words COMFORT written all over it. But I just want to bleed, this is not fair.. This is fucked, vision, sight they lead me things that fade, things that die. It is not supposed to happen,at least not yet.. This is fucked. Where is that strange other, the one who will draw pain.
A count down to extiction, but it never seems to come, at least not for me. A bottle has the words COMFORT written all over it. But I just want to bleed, this is not fair.. This is fucked, vision, sight they lead me things that fade, things that die. It is not supposed to happen,at least not yet.. This is fucked. Where is that strange other, the one who will draw pain.