Disease - ETCHED MEMORIES



Everytime I try

Shot down

Everytime I think

I fuck it up even worse

My beliefs, my ways

All coming

(Crumbling)



Systematic reconstruction

Of a life totally lost

What's the point

Of building myself

When you can walk by

And fuck up my life



Set one foot on the ground

Taken out from underneath me

Curing my imperfections

Destroying my mind

My single sided ways of thinking

Just smashed into a wall

Everything's just so different



I am nothing but a blur

Of lies and pain

Everything seems to have a hint of hate

And when I absorb it all

Into puddles of blood

From flesh split apart

Peeling myself for pleasure

Layer by layer

My life's just so empty



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