Tekster: Brand New Sin. Recipe For Disaster. Vicious Cycles.

Sick of life
Sick of all this strife
What do I have to replace
I?m a total disgrace
Look at me
With my head in my hands
Face in the sand
Don?t know who I am

Head spins heart dies
Whoa here it comes again

Lost my pride
Lost my faith
Vicious Cycles
They waste my life away

Don?t know why
Even why I try
I try to save face
Loneliness I embrace
I try to scream
But I?m lost in a dream
Stranded in need
Abandoned to bleed

I gave and I gave
But all you gave me was this misery
Your heart of stone where lies
Engraved the way I used to be