sexta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2014

Black Hole Heart

I cant´t believe what I told myself yesterday
Sometimes I can´t believe a single word of what I say
You will be burnt on a ashtray
I will be gone away
Some things are made to break
Just like jars of clay

Anybody here? Am I in the sea?
Surrounded by ghosts, they won´t let me be
The merry – go – round never seens to cease
Disease, disease
In my heart, my heart, a black hole heart

Some distant lights in the dark
Calling me, while I´m trapped here
Hiding from myself now,
Don´t want to see, don´t want to hear
No more, no more, I´ve reached the core

Dead bodies, empty eyes
They all die, with their lies
I´m almost free, but still
I´m their king, but they won´t let me be
As I try to get rid of myself, tear myself apart
To reach, some peace
I´m still filled with disease, disease
In my head, and, in my heart
My heart, my heart, my damn black hole heart

Watch me here, watch me there
Watch me, while I´m still here
Watch me here, the end is near
Soon I will disappear

Watch me here, watch me there
Too late for you to care
Watch me here, the end is near
I can no longer be here

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