Lletres: Stygma IV. Bleeding Within.

SLOWLY THE SEASONS CHANGE
SLOWLY LIFE IS GETTING STRANGE
ALL COLOURS TURN TO GREY NOTHING MATTERS ANYWAY
MY DREARY LIFE MAKES ME SCARED
WHY AM I TOO TIRED TO FIGHT AGAINST IT
LOST IN A ROOM INSIDE MY HEAD
I RAGE AND SCREAM BUT ITA'S TOO LATE

IA'M SCREAMING
IA'M SCREAMING WITHIN
THEY CLOSE THE DOOR AND THROW AWAY THE KEY
IA'M LOCKED INSIDE A WARM LIQUID HAZE
FLOWING SLOWLY THROUGH MY VEINS
SUDDENLY I UNDERSTAND
IA'M ON THE WAY TO MY INNERSELF

THE WITNESS OF MY BODYA'S DEATH

BLEEDING WITHIN
BLEEDING WITHIN

I LEAVE THIS COLD REALITY ESCAPE IN SPIRITUALITY
BLEEDING WITHIN
BLEEDING WITHIN