Walking Corpse Syndrome forsaken

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Constantly seeking approval constantly second guessing the every move that I will ever make walking on glass and I’m the one that cracked disguise this degradation as a guard and clear my mind to a blank slate conditioned I am shooting blind all esteem gone how can I earn my self worth feeling at home in this pit I want to get a little bit lower under your shoe I can dig I want to get lower I know the belief in me is void I will let go so I can get further
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Talk me down the smaller I am the less ill think the less ill strive the more skin I will shed the less there is to get beneath the more detached I will become I get to sit here numb watching a crooked smile become an evil grin
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Work so hard just to slither feel the hate chastise the form of me feeling so great to be taken down I will boost your ego go ahead and naturalize me and my every option neutralize me till I’m this docile drone neutralize me till there’s nothing left neutralized I’m your Stockholm clone
I can get lower I can get lower I can get lower
Below shame I know I need this I crawl down deeper
It’s been three months since I’ve felt forsaken had to come back missed this low so much dejected I crawl down deeper there has got to be something down there below shame I know I need this
Work so hard just to slither feel the hate chastise the form of me feeling so great to be taken down I will boost your ego go ahead and naturalize me and my every option neutralize me till I’m this docile drone neutralize me till there’s nothing left neutralized I’m your Stockholm clone

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