Now * jump.
You don't read between the lines!
Always got to dig to your set of signs!
I know you love it!
Because you know I * hate it!
The sickness!
Always in a race,
always in a fight,
it's not playing time!
Never to let go before it's too late!
Pride! I can't imagine why!
Pride! Stop being death-bound!
You're in a land of red, fake, swoon!
Don't look out for someone!
Choking on despair and pain!
Just like *, but I don't want to burn!
I'm lost inside of all this mess! I'm not a god like you!
Our hopes, forget,
the ones you painted with the ashes of what we were
The sickness,
with a few inches of fire,
the bleeding
I'm so much better off without you
Lost to all what you simply gained
Lost to control what's impossible
You ran a lot of riffing's ground,
built a cow on someone
Choking off his fear and pain
That's a pain I want to blame
The sickness,
always in the race
Before it's too late The pride,
the lust
Is everything I hate about you