The heart is frail
Filled with nails
The lights goes down
Like they always do
Remove the black, Supress the self
The hands seems pale
Can't hold the fail
The lights goes down
As they always do
I want to feel
How I used to feel
Remove the black, Supress the self
I want to feel
How I used to feel
I am the prisoner (and the doors and the walls)
I am the warden (and the boots and the sneers)
I am the lies (Bitter and sour)
I am the thruth (Bitter and pure)
Bitter and sour
Bitter and pure
I can hold if you hold
I can try if you try
What's left of me
Can feel the lack
What's left of you
Has turned to black
I want to feel
How I used to feel
I want to feel
How I used to feel

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN