KILLING DAYS
I'm running out of my head without standing a lie
The whip is wrapped around my neck and I'm bleeding
The sound of falling walls roars as I close my eyes
Will it ever end if I'm pleasing.
Hello! Where is an exit in here?
Hey, you! Open the doors, let me out of the place
Where I can feel nothing but fear
Is that the time of relief?
Oh, no, these days are killing me I can't believe
Once broken now I'm not to be decieved
I'm playing god without care in the silence of storms
I'm purified with the vengeance and I like it.
Inside the temple of false pride I can't feel like home
Who will help me if I'm not striking
Again!
Killing days
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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