Tytuł: Pillow Over The Face As Therapy

• Wykonawca: Thought Riot
• Wyświetleń: 307

The only life I've come to depend on has turned against me.
  What am I to do when there's nothing left?
  No one left for me.
  
  The only one who can change this lies in front of a machine.
  Medicines and cures seem too far away.
  So sick of playing this hide and seek game with reality.
  Count to ten; release my grasp on today.
  
  What has happened? Why do I fall?
  Glorified problems in a chemical mess.
  Stripped down I fall into unconsciousness.
  
  What is left of me?
  I see you in the glimpse of a forgotten dream walking beside me
  (just a glimpse of a forgotten dream).
  
  You're there through it all but it still isn't real.
  Climb inside; destroy that which makes me ill.
  Look closely; it hides well in this mangled mess that makes what I am.
  
  What has happened? Where have I gone?
  Is it a problem to be solved by anyone?
  I sacrifice myself 'cause there is no way out.
  
  Life is suffocating me as I beg for sweet catharsis.
  
  Nobody cares except you, in love with what is left of me.
  What is left of me?
  (just a glimpse of a forgotten dream).