Knives. - Withering (feat. Robbert Van Caem of Wasted Bullet) | Текст песни

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• Withering (feat. Robbert Van Caem of Wasted Bullet)

Everything ends
And there`s nothing to care about anymore
Borned in apathy, raised by wolves
I have no good intentions
I was sick of being portrait, of the failures
They`ve got the best of me
And my tired heart is just an empty shell
Of the man that I`ve been

I`m an outcast in the world of my own beliefs

My golden years have passed in the living of a faceless ghost
And my insecurities are willing to bury me in darkest trenches of my soul

The man I see in the mirror
Is that the person I`ve wanted to be?
Consumed by alienation, chosed the self-isolation
And as the years have gone by
I`ve become withdrawn
Ruined by the malice
I`m falling apart

I used my cynicism as a shield but now I don`t feel safe even behind it
My face is the facade of a human hatred
And I clench my fist
Withering welcomes me with the open arms but I refuse to accept this

I`ve hoped for the better days
For the sun in the depths of my grave


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