Tekster: 10 Years. The Autumn Effect. Wasteland.

Change my attempt good intentions

Crouched over, you were not there living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce, obvious tears
But I will not hide you through this, I want you to help
And please see the bleeding heart perched on my shirt

Die, withdraw, hide in cold sweat, quivering lips
Ignore, remorse, naming a kid, living Wasteland
This time you've tried all that you can it's turning you red

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I? Could I?
Here we are with your obsession
Should I? Could I?

Crowned hopeless, the article read "Living Wasteland"
This time you've tried, all that you can, it's turning you red
But I will not hide you through this, I want you to help me

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I? Could I?
Here we are with your obsession
Should I? Could I?

Heave the silver, hollow the sliver, piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble, be judgmental, ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste, eventually you'll one day know

Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self-inflicted his perdition
Should I? Could I?

Change my attempt good intentions
Should I? Could I?
Should I? Could I?