Camacazi Helmets
When I Lay In My Death, All I Feel Is Dying
this pain of resistance pulls my arms from limb to limb
i pull and i tighten up on your grip
this ropes dont stand a chance on letting go of me
i think if they did, i would have to die
because thats all i can think about
so this is how my life will play out
tied up, pulling, and pulling, you loosen the grip, and i fall into the depths of hell
does that seem familiar, the life you tried to run
so yea im gonna go now, untie these ropes
i swear ill die, and not leave
From Letras Mania