Testi:
Underneath The Gun

Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs The walls of regret share the texture of shame

Dark, burn glaze, I saw in her eyes, that night she would night stand by lies, engulfed she waits and treds for night, this corpse a demon, awaits, inside

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE, NOW IT HAS BEGUN Collapsing, faster, behind these closed doors, altered stories told, a new promise, loss, tarnished, won't

Oh how I'm falling faster, into this state of mind I look at this barren page, with nothing left to write How I'm falling faster! You've raised suspicion

Coming so far from it all Wondering how this came so fast With every breath trying not to fall In retracing the steps of our past The beginning was

My mind pushes past conscious thought Thinking, feeling, knowing past Tell me, tell what am I? This gate is closing way too fast They say routine is

I'm taking control of everything I've lost I've drifted down this river side by side with everything I'm not Horizons of he who never hungers He who

Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs The walls of regret share the texture of shame

My mind pushes past conscious thought Thinking, feeling, knowing past Tell me, tell what am I? This gate is closing way too fast They say routine is