Вершы: Parkway Drive. Dead Dreams.

kill the lights
i'm so sick of your face
another night wasted wishing you away
now im cut.im cut at the wrist.
but i still cant kill the pain
id give anything to rip you from my head
from my head
the return of your voicemarks another faliure
and i can feel your blades closing on my back
i'll savour this one last taste,this taste of sanity
as it clutches tearing at my heart
this is my final act of desperation
one second lostgives way to disease
i'd give anything to rip you from my head
cause i can feel you
creeping through me

like a sickness
your weakness
scars your fucking face
scars your name
the return of your voice
marks another faliure
and i can feel your blades
closing on my back
as lights fades to past
darkness works against me
but my shattered eyelide refuse to close
your breath is death to me