Goodfoul - Statues look-alike myself | Текст песни

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I cut away one my hand and now
I'm trying to cut the second one.
It's not possible...
You made a promise,that you'll buy myself.
You made a promise,that you'll jab my eyes off.
You made a promise,that you'll dig my grave...
So I'm just simply walking hear
and looking for you and ewerywhere
I meet statues look-alike myself.
The pieces of stone,
which somebody gave them my features...
I don't know,why I'm breaking them
one after another and crying.
I don't know,why I was born...