- cifra
I'm just another body down
Internal bleeding round and round
And all I can think of are
Ways to die alone
And all I can think of are
Ways to die alone
A portrait of my skeletal gain
Left selfish and hungry so feed me the pain
Escape reality with new pain
Then let the cycle start again
And all I can think of are
Ways to die alone
And all I can think of are
Ways to die alone
Dream of content
A pain filtered farm
All I can say…
Dreams are bad
When all they do is leave the truth behind
Dreams are bad
When negativity's a state of mind
