Anti-Venöm - The Spectacular Failure of Wishful Thinking | Текст песни

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I slay like the ripper from Derry,
Never lose a cycle like the girls buried
Cuz I’m one with the sand got my feet on the ground
Reaching out to the sidewalk like a bum and his cart

I try to listen to words that you say
But the ones that I listen are the ones that are pleas
I’m more than depressed, have a void in my chest
As I close my eyes begging I was awake and…

Sometimes I feel that life is dead
You only die when you’re awake
So what’s the point of living?
I guess it means to find a grave

I’m sure that life’s a living hell
No dead complains about this mess
So what’s the cost of sleeping?
I’m pretty sure it aint my pain

I’m not quite sure if I’ll ever see you again
But I need you to tell me if I was worth in a way
Cuz I feel like I’m useless, like I’ve drowned in myself
But I need you to tell me I was loved in a way

Please let me sleep
Please let me breathe
Please let me be
The one who dies!

Let’s say it’s suffocating
So frustrating, life gets crazy
I still don’t know if I did right
Or I’m still wrong

I can’t believe that you’re not here…

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