Tekster: Eight Fingers Down. Broken Crowns And Crooked Frowns. Stranded In Reality.

Everyone make a mistake
Apologies always come late

Cause I'm stranded in reality

I want to die (not today) in reality
Cause I needed help, wanted help
Did you say you'd give me help
Needed help, wanted help, won't you help me

Praying as the bloods dripping down
Trying to repair broken crowns

I want to live