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I've been runnin' from answers
Too weak to face myself
I'm the source of my illness
If you give me your hand I might drag you down with me
I'm making new scars to cover the old one
Light ends in the black holes of my eyes
Again and again I take a hit to put myself to sleeps
Hope the ghosts will go away
Again and again they follow me to my deepest dreams
While the poison fills my veins
Run away, run away
The demons are gainin' up on me
Hold your breath. Kill the pain
No place to hide. Only one bullet left
Nothing I detest more than what I have become
Death is crawling through my veins
And I am the one who took it in
The glimmer in my eyes is fading out as I drift to oblivion
My rottin' corpse will be a monument
Of my own downfall
The devil is here
Revealing his face
And it's finally clear that
I called his name AGAIN!
Life turns to hell
As it slips from my grasp, I have one final chance
To recover myself
I have to decide how does
This story end
A brother
A friend
A father
A man
A soldier of faith
When I'm needed the most
Will I stay or will I …