Places And Numbers
Waking The Dead
there is a beast inside my headit feeds on everythingpaints in stark contrast my regretsmy godthere's no peace on the insideburdens filling up my headonly grief on the insideI've been waking the deadnow mom and dad are dead and deadand all I'm left withis a list of things I wish I had saidI'm sorryI'm torn up on the insidethe dead are filling up my roomI hope I see you on the insideI've been knocking on your tombI keep thinking about the end of the worldI keep stumbling over the idea like something I forgot to put awayI've been knocking on the doors of tombs but all the doors are lockedand time has swallowed up the keys the dead are rising soonbecause there is no peace release reliefno eternal sleep slumber is something I forgot to keeplike a beast it's crawling out from under the boards
From Letras Mania