[pale stanza : gunnar mothes / bullet art : the gallery]
here i'm standing on the edge
and the lack of pressure
grant's me apathy,makes me feel composure...
and it shows me what is real
i see it all and know-
there's no excuse
i feel it all and know-
there's no excuse
i curse those sad convenient lies
till folly kills me
and if it shouldn't rise
then i shall never be
there is no blood that's left to bleed
can't bleed no longer
no blood this fucking heart to feed...
this feeble heart
i see it all and know-
there's no excuse
i feel it all and know-
there's no excuse
i have failed |