What you are, and why today
All that's tragic, feels the same
There's no feeling, there's no pain, cold, rain
Cannot stay away from you, light
Cause you are my cyanide
If I can 't feel, why is there pain?
Give me my rest, cold, rain...
From the darkness, into the light
Face the demons, left and right
If there’s no wrong, can there be right?
Only a thin, fading line
Now everything here seems so wonderful
And different, and still
In the boot of a soldier a tiny red pill
Has a purpose to fill
I am wasting my time, writing lines
That will never see your light
Now my Dark Soul Distillery fills all the bottles
The essence of life
Wow!
I am running my fingers through pages of...
Insanity, hair
And I try to stay drunk as I walk back
And forth on the flickering line
I have lost all the ones and the twos
I'd take fifteen, if I can choose
I can pass out and forget today
Or then go back in time, face the pain
All that's tragic, feels the same
There's no feeling, there's no pain, cold, rain
Cannot stay away from you, light
Cause you are my cyanide
If I can 't feel, why is there pain?
Give me my rest, cold, rain...
From the darkness, into the light
Face the demons, left and right
If there’s no wrong, can there be right?
Only a thin, fading line
Now everything here seems so wonderful
And different, and still
In the boot of a soldier a tiny red pill
Has a purpose to fill
I am wasting my time, writing lines
That will never see your light
Now my Dark Soul Distillery fills all the bottles
The essence of life
Wow!
I am running my fingers through pages of...
Insanity, hair
And I try to stay drunk as I walk back
And forth on the flickering line
I have lost all the ones and the twos
I'd take fifteen, if I can choose
I can pass out and forget today
Or then go back in time, face the pain
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