What have I become?
Why am I this blithesome?
Lacerated, withered leaves are falling on me
so long as all of forgotten pain covers me
Analgesia, stay close to me
before i lose my control
and i cremate my soul
Analgesia, stay close to me
before i lose my control
and i cremate my own soul
Signals on my nerves
such weak attempts to sidetrack me
a small price to pay
for my mind to get away scot-free
Am I really numb?
I killed my senses ages ago because
there was nothing left to sense at all
Why wouldn't I be blithesome?
It's time to put to test all the meaningless
shreds of me to see if they're part of the Whole
Analgesia, stay close to me
before i lose my control
and i cremate my soul
Analgesia, stay close to me
before i lose my control
and i cremate my own soul
.... falling on me
so long as all of forgotten pain covers me |
