I AM SLAVE OF MY THIRST
FOR INDISCRETION GOOD BECOMES WORSE
HOLD MY MY BROKEN HAND
CRUSHED BY FUCKING HONEST DEEDS
I GIVE IT ALL TO ANGELIC DEMONS
SEWING THEIR PRECIOUS DYING SEEDS

Let the night carve into my soul
Epitaphs of wasted words the demons stole
I cannot die with the will to live
My insides cry, no more to give

I cannot reach my own plateau
These voices in my head tell me no!
And like a leech it will not go
This worm of hate will feed until its full!

I AM SICK OF MY THIRST
FOR A NEW DIRECTION GOOD LEADS TO WORST
SOMETIMES I WANT TO FEEL
LIKE I DID THAT WARM JULY
I GIVE IT ALL TO MY WORTHLESS FEELINGS
I EVEN FORGOT HOW TO CRY

pierce me

PIERCE ME!! LIKE A CHRIST!!
WITH MY OWN DISEASE!!

I'VE FUCKIN SCRAPED MY KNEES!


Lyrics submitted by ibdrdru

Recurring Themes Of Pain & Death Returning By Midnight... song meanings
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