Tekster: Senses Fail. Other. Stretch Your Legs To Coffin Length.

Today my past
Has come alive to eat
All of the guts that I use to just keep my feet
Moving left and right
As my legs shake like trees
Oh how I curse the heavens for not taken me

GOD DAMN
This whole mess that?s me
I DON?T TRUST MYSELF
I?m in way too deep
And every night I erase the day
With the strongest drinks they?ll give to me

And I awake
Much to my dismay
To find that I?m still staring at the same ceiling
I just wish once
I could get this right
And have the angels from the south take me at night

GOD DAMN
This whole mess that?s me
I DON?T TRUST MYSELF
I?m in way too deep
And every night I erase the day
With the strongest drinks they?ll give to me

And all I have is meaningless
And all I found is nothingness
In this self loathing sickness
And all I have is meaningless
And all I found is nothingness
In this self loathing sickness

GOD DAMN
This whole mess that?s me
I DON?T TRUST MYSELF
I?m in way too deep
And every night I erase the day
With the strongest drinks they?ll give to me

And all I have is meaningless
And all I found is nothingness