Album: Blackout Analysis
I sat on your step holding my head
It is all so clear to me now, I am better off dead.
I stared at your son, screaming for help
I know how it feels now to laugh at yourself.
Harsh words heavy synergy
when i am counting backwards again.
They will tell you you are wrong, but you will not believe them.
Stuttering over the songs we sing.
Just for today i am king, come & save me again.
Pour me a glass & tell me your fears.
I need a death wish to drown in your tears.
Lost in the sound, we would stumble & fall.
Deaf to the secrets you would kept from us all.
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