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So this is how it feels, So this is who I am, And I will stand alone, Brought to slaughter like a lamb.
I watch you cry, Collapse and fall apart, I can see me in your eyes, Some bully will too kill my heart.
I don't live inside, Cos' I have found your lies, And I know I will be killed, Only a dead angel flies.
So this is how I'll live, Watch you die in tears, How can i smile now, Nobody knows about my fears.
You don't seem to know, Of how I rock back and forth, Scream and cry, The scar on my arm is stil sore.
Rip out my heart, I do not care, Is this how I laugh, I'm caught in life's snare.
Scream, go on, scream, How does it feel, A murdered soul, No crime here, what's the deal?
Don't devil's scream? Don't children cry? Doesn't death kill? Don't spirits die?
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Stare out along the hills of green. Watch the sun gleam. See a light tear along my skin, View a corpse, washing in the stream.
Breathe in the air that you love, Taste the toxin's trail. Sense the cough left in your throat, And feel your life support fail.
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