Disembodied
Anvil Chandelier
The passing hours of life numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin the festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain the faint promise of a future and thins I never had lies fed where I was still pondering the youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had
and now you tell me all i could have had
and now you give me all i could have had
but i dont want it anymore
I don't want it anymore
I don't need it anymore No more hope just closed doors and as we walk into oblivion
every step is a reminder of passing hours of passing days of passing lives
of passing away
From Letras Mania