Goodfoul - Torn | Текст песни

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• Goodfoul
• Torn

I see,
I feel,
you are still bleeding.
I try to hollow out something to the wall
with this little rusty nail.
Maybe out of despair.
And sweat glued my hear...
The last door,
I'm falling,
when you are bleeding.
It manages to silence me and make me blind
insofar in order not to could sue?
Do they permit it?
I can not resigned myself to that...
Torn...
Away...
It's my way...
I'm torn into peaces,
I know I can not scream
and that little blue spot on back
of your hand grow up right off...