Tekster: Twelve Tribes. The Rebirth Of Tragedy. Chroma.

You only get one chance I locked myself away in your hands time and again intoxicated by your scent and I lost it, affection was force fed because it wasn't mean for me you weren't meant for me I keep a piece of your sinceerity locked in vials of stress. Rope off the ontemt tap the syringe leave your confessions in my skin you cried for me inside I thought you die for me I'm giving my self a second chance to explain you said all the wrong things as I walked way here it ocmes again I've been though the desert on a horse with no name. I sleep in gasoline on a burning floor so stop me if ou've heard this one before. The green in complication my static situation beends to transpose my starving expectations end. The leeches spill infection my reflection shows half a man.It's not enough you killed what I could have been. I'm giving myself a second chance to explain you said all the wrong things as I walked awsay everyone I know seems to know me better than I know myself. They have no idea it makes sense to feel pain it makes sense to need pain you only get one chance to decide. I guess I'll make up my mind when the time is right. You only get one chance to be alive if your patience is waning it will always pass you by. It won't pass me by and in the heart pounding end the sun has not yet set there is still a light that shines in teh distance. i tried so hard to find the right thing when I'm sorry was all I had to say maybe the pain was more than it seemed I was awake trying to function in a dream. I wan to walk with your hand in my hand to find a place where this dream ends and you and I begin.