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This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself 'til
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
The inner room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black
I'm thinking!
This is shut
I wanna be killed with the same
dignity that horses get
When they no longer race
Not at all
Not at all
Im in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
It's dusty black
Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death
Judge me with light
Judge me with Screaming
Judge me death
This is the way I torture myself
Pick at myself 'til
I'm pieces on the counter
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Till I'm crumbs on the floor
Im in a room piled high
High with questions
Give me some time
Give me time
If there is a truth
They are
Just ugly memories
and subjects
That are getting old
- Album:
- The Tropic Rot
- Miscellaneous
- You Come Before You
- The Opposite of December / Tear From the Red
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- Opposite of December
- The Opposite Of December
- Hellfest
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 50
- Monitor This! Aug/Sept 2003
- Big Day Out 04
- Walking in a Warner Wonderland
- You Come Before You (U.S. Version)
- Versions
- Distance Only Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
- The Soundtrack to Your Life
- Trustkill Winter 2003 Sampler
- Nasty Habits: Live on 88.9 WERS