Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Faces

at the hourglass.
My life it feels a machine running with no direction.
time as it draws a perception obscene from a resurrection.
on reality.
The walls of my insides bleed from the excess incisions.
Drawn and from the monster who pulls on the strings from the core of me.
I'm dying to see it is that is eating away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn the inside out.
Ice cold in the flames all around.
So to the beauty of sleep.
It feels like the walls are melting, freezing me.
Have I lost track of
Why can't I the burn?
at the hourglass.
My life it feels like a running with no direction.
Drawn and quartered the monster who pulls on the strings in my resurrection.
I'm dying to see what it is that is eating at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
burn from the inside out.
I'm dying to see what it is that is away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn from the out.
out.
When the frusturation makes a move, the second will swallow you.
tearing a hole inside.
I'm alive.
The smell of flesh is seeping my range.
Thrashing, hoping for a way.
The push, the pull, it's apart my will to thrive in the day.
and needles jabbing into my veins.
On the verge of sanity.
The beast and I can't do a thing about it.
I'm dying to see what it is that is away at me.
Now the are the sun in my world.
burn from the inside out.
Fuck me, I am for sleep.
What is eating away at me?
Now the are the sun in my world.
They burn the inside out.