Impulse
Misanthrope
Slowly slipping, quickly fading What the fuck am I to do? Shivering, freezing, slowly breathing In this fucking world with you Spine is shaking I'm decaying Time ran out But still I'm waiting My hands are full of hate, I cant carry more I walk around with anger leaving holes in the floor This world became my casket, I was buried alive Abandoned by society, but still I survive
From Letras Mania