I've feeling I may not be coming down from this, I was searching through the heavens and somehow I slipped, I feel, I'm seeing so clear Trying to forget
Life has betrayed me Once again I accept some things Will never change I've let your tiny minds Magnify my agony It's left me with A chemical dependency
As I drift away... far away from you, I feel all alone in a crowded room, Thinking to myself "There's no escape from this fear regret loneliness..."
We are just a moment in time A blink of an eye, a dream for the blind Visions from a dying brain I hope you don't understand
It's killing you, you're killing me I'm clinging on to my sanity All I need is a short term remedy Come and hide me from this terrible reality Dreaded
It's killing you, you're killing me I'm clinging on to my sanity All I need is a short term remedy Come and hide me from this terrible reality... Dreaded
Traduction: Anathème. Alternative 4.
: Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust from my face another morning black Sunday coming down again.. coming down again Empty vessel empty veins empty
: The fragments of connection died Some things just won't fade with time Hide behind a transparent eye You can't see me but I can you... Betray without
: Life.. has betrayed me once again I accept that some things will never change. I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony and it's left me with a chemical
: When the silence beckons And the day draws to a close When the light of your life sighs And love dies in your eyes Only then will I realize What you
: As I drift away... far away from you, I feel all alone in a crowded room, Thinking to myself "There's no escape from this fear, regret, loneliness..."
: I've feeling, I won't be coming down from this, I was searching through the heavens and somehow I slipped! I feel, I'm seeing so clear Trying to
: It's killing you, you're killing me I'm clinging on to my sanity All I need is a short term remedy Come and hide me from this terrible reality...
: [Digipack Bonus] [Pink Floyd, from "The Final Cut"] They flutter behind you your possible pasts some bright-eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
: [Digipack Bonus] [Pink Floyd, from "The Final Cut"] When you're one of the few to land on your feet what do you do to make ends meet? teach make
: [Digipack Bonus] [Bad Religion] I'm sorry about the sun How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that
