Текст (слова) песни: Crisis - Different ways of decay
i think i`m rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul.. i`ve built this little coffin that i live in every day. i peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play. i`ve got my knife right by my side. i keep it warm, i hold the blade. i want to keep watch, keep hold.. for when they come to take my soul away. i`ve got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled and cold. like a child i lie frozen. i hope these arms won`t reach out and take hold. there`s blood on my face it keeps me warm at night..
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