I feel it grows with every day - i have no doubt...
Sometimes i want myself to flay, to pull it out.
So, i am doomed and there is nothing to console:
my body's healthy, but disease consumed my soul.
Bridge:
You caused this love, it grew so hard -
you disregard...
Chorus:
What happened? The answer is: "It's a soul cancer".
My mind is depleted - the malady's not treated,
this, my soul can't avoid.
It's better, when there's void...
The only thing to do with soul is just to sell.
If not, i'm gonna end this life - it looks like hell.
I wish i knew that you can pose me such a threat,
i wish i never knew you and we never met.
Bridge
Chorus
Soul cancer
© Copyright: Максим Обрывко, 2013
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