Living on the edge of self destruction
Where we’re headin’ when there’s no purpose to all of this?
Stuck in my own head
Paralized, almost dead
Reality bites way too hard
Reality bites
I’m lurking beneath the ground
Just waiting to feel warmth on my coldish skin
I lie here lurking beneath the ground
Just waiting to feel warmth on my coldish skin
I grab your hand but can’t even feel it
I feel death reaching out for me
This old bastard touches my neck every time I go to sleep Whispering sweet lies of life
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