In Tongues
Cleanse
Beauty is addicting
But the track marks are easy to hide
A slow and agonizing tome These pages of my past that I wish I didn't know
I'll erase my knowledge and grasp for a way to speak
I'll betray this isolation for a world of endless sleep
One after another
I live to kill Self-medicating
I need the fix
Thoughts pull me into place
Into the boiling heat
My role as a friend is useless
My life is incomplete
When I am dead I will have all the time in the world to dream.
From Letras Mania