Don't wanna be like a cavy Don't wanna be just a number I feel I?m full of rage And I?m gonna escape Don't wanna be your door mat Don't wanna listen
My god, I?m roaming inside myself Looking deep inside my mind And now I turn back, lookin? in to my past, Asking to myself, what did life give me?
I'm still waiting for your return I'm still waiting for your voice I'm still waiting for your coming I'm still waiting for your leaving I'm still waiting
Bleed the fuck up! Trapped inside, outside these walls, trapped inside, outside myself I try to escape from what is killing me. They are suffocating
I see my life have been full of mistake and badness I feel the weight of my action is pulling me down But now, I'm trying to harvest the pieces of my
Talkin' to my grave, I disappear Talkin' to my hart, I get sick I've never seen my mother's face I've never felt my father's hand All I got are pain
In the want, the need, and this desperation Youll find me as the time bomb As the last great stand in this history When all our roads traveled And
Those nights we had and the trust we lost The sleep that fled me and the heart I lost It all reminds me Just how callous and heartless the true cowards
Pick your poison as dead beats do Leave a wake in the hearts that hurt you Pick your poison as dead beats do Blood pulsing through your wounds A thousand
Falling head over heals for burden and bright light A high cost of playing god i guess Please, tell me how to survive in this The unforgiving role of
Where it all had meaning Where we fell in love for the first time It erupts in nights like this, tangled in the simplicity of... Some far off distant
You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swim It all seemed so real in your whispers Adorned with the best of intentions
Good night dear angel. I won't be back here in burden. I don't think we'll ever meet again. She said that antiseptic words are just sorry answers, and
Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind. Govern me, kill thy master. You will not enslave me. The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet but
So much for breathing, my cloud nine fell from grace. Loss of everything, where is my identity?. If I could only find what is left me. So much for letting
thousand miles forgetting anything everything wheels racing black cloud gaining ground engine roars rain pours down the chase is on my black
[originally written and performed by Depeche Mode] Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears And the in-between years And the troubles I've
In retrospect I reflect but I am to blind to see. I embrace my soul hoping it will show me all. Blind. I've lost it all. I've lost you. I'm so sorry for