Текст песни Crisis - Different Ways Of Decay, слова песни Crisis

Текст песни Crisis - Different Ways Of Decay

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I think I`m rotting on the inside.way down deep inside my soul...I`ve built this little coffin that I live in every day.I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play.I`ve got my knife right by my side.I keep it warm, I hold the blade.I want to keep watch, keep hold...for when they come to take my soul away.I`ve got this fear living inside me.it keeps me crippled and cold.like a child I lie frozen.I hope these arms won`t reach out and take hold.there`s blood on my face it keeps me warm at night...

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Different Ways Of Decay

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