Lletres: Fields Of The Nephilim. Phobia.

He drains all of my life force
A body like a unicorn, it's a phobia
In this crowded room the people just stare

Silver sun entering space
I want to just pass around, it's now in my face
All my days am I human or waste?

All my days, I'm turnin' over

All my days, I'm turnin' over

Oh there's a land, the dead has captured
It's no less beautiful, it's a phobia
In this crowded room the people just stare

To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground

To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground
To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground

All my days, I'm turnin' over

The last time around here we go
I should be in Heaven but I don't glow
All my days oh am I human or waste?

All my days, I'm turnin' over

To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground
To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground
To send my soul to lay in a patch of ground