Interesting version of the lyrics, I rather like them. Here are the real ones though:
Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger
Than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing
And is known for not much at all
Much at all
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
Self-pity yourself is so shallow
I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whiskey Mac aroma, peace of mind
Hello Mr Samsa, you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless
Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms
Cannot give anything, I never could
Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels through its fall
Through its fall
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
Interesting version of the lyrics, I rather like them. Here are the real ones though:
Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly You soon wish you couldn't see at all Tortured in the mind, six voices alone Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right And a cute lie makes everything uptight To kill your dream before it's considered To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger Than to ask a friend to call Suspicion knows nothing And is known for not much at all Much at all
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes
Self-pity yourself is so shallow I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone Whiskey Mac aroma, peace of mind Hello Mr Samsa, you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms Cannot give anything, I never could
Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes The mind is the smallest prison of all Offering there upon offering As a ball with a touch feels through its fall Through its fall
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside
Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes