Everything withers in my hands
Withers in my hands
Everything goes gray and guilt pierces
Weighing on my shoulders
Pissing, standing, breathing filth
Squealing, intoxicating, overwhelming nausea
Breaking, rotting, spewing filth
Squealing, intoxicating, overwhelming nausea
Everything that trembled shattered like glass
What was inside of me - it wasn’t me
Everything withers in my hands
Withers in my hands
Everything goes gray and the guilt piereces
Weighing on my shoulders
Pissing, standing, breathing filth
Squealing, intoxicating, overwhelming nausea
Breaking, rotting, spewing filth
Squealing, intoxicating, overwhelming nausea
Everything that trembled shattered like glass
What was inside of me - it wasn’t me
It wasn’t me
It wasn’t me
You are so completely stuck in place
that you can no longer see the shackles, the chains,
in which you dangle
You are so completely stuck in place
that you can no longer see the shackles, the chains