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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