5 acessos
Rolling the memories backwards
I feel a chill at my toes
All of my fears surrounding
Consuming me
Countdown the things I have done
The same old sins formed in one
One shiny wicked razor
Lying next to me
Can you set my soul free?
Make me what I used to be,
Just a couple of moments
Until razorpain fills me
So tempting staying indoors
No cause of death for their logs
The sky outside filled with rain
And in my room screams of pain
Painting the water so red
But my tears the colour spread
No one could see my crying
This is my time of repent