Lake of Tears - "Illwill" |
Poison in my blood
Running through my veins
Panic disorder growing
Just a perfect day
Fever in my mind
My vision's getting dim
Purple toe is spreading
On my pale skin
A cold place
Such a cold place
Time is standing still
But life is fading fast
Am I still here dreaming?
Or am I dead at last?
A cold place
Such a cold place
Can't wake!
I'm hanged for my mistakes
Cold fact
My life will always be black
Death race!
A bitter place
Cold, black!
Fucked!
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