Из альбома: Machete Pop
When should I trust what has been said?
A thousand times I've been misled.
Distrusted and
Disgusted
I bite lip and close my eyes
The purpose of my own demise
I choke myself
Bid farewell
The dread of never-ending fear
Has pushed me to the edge of understanding
That I'm obliged to keep incomplete promises
Now it's ended
Unintended
Tortured torn
When will this conflict disappear?
Once obviously unaware
Frozen below
My reflection
When I have shed these last few drops
Will you then see how hope is lost?
Trapped underneath
I'm drowning