Из альбома: Isolate and Medicate
When it all comes down, what will be the cost?
The cold hard ground is refuge for the lost
Feed the flies, stave the hunger off
Breathe out lies expel them with a cough
You'll never keep me safe from harm
The hurt just keeps on coming on
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still finding reasons to believe in better days now
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dogs at bay now
When the leaves turn brown and the hope is lost
Make no sound and brush emotions off
Breathe inside a fear that leaves you soft
Breathe a sigh and write that epitaph
You'll never keep me safe from harm
The hurt just keeps on coming on
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still finding reasons to believe in better days now
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dogs at bay now
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still finding reasons to believe in better days now
I'm still trying to figure it out
I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dogs at bay now