End of days
Nothing is sacred, everything is a game
people kill me constantly nothing's ever the same
love is cheaper than red wine in a box
it's those end of days that scars the soul
those days where my heart is put wide open trapped in a bowl
laughter trashes it all threads flesh red
and everything that was meant to be
just open for all the audience to see
she cut it off the ticket price
so this is the end of days.
people kill me constantly nothing's ever the same
love is cheaper than red wine in a box
it's those end of days that scars the soul
those days where my heart is put wide open trapped in a bowl
laughter trashes it all threads flesh red
and everything that was meant to be
just open for all the audience to see
she cut it off the ticket price
so this is the end of days.
upplagd av deeped
01:44
2 kommentarer:
let's hope it made you happy
in some peculiar way
let's hope it was all for the best
a piece of puzzle, sort of a test
the heart is mine
my body is not
it's just for lending out
my skin is marked by touch
this is the final call
then I promise you'll be left alone
me
with my shame
to have let myself
be fooled again
I guell you've had
a good laugh
behind my back
how couldn't I see
what went on
I turn by back, finally
with a lump in my groin
so I guess you won
this game
now it's finally over
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