Tired Soul
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โฑ๏ธ 7:25 duration
๐ ID: 25366574
๐ Lyrics
Darkness leads me on, pushed by light
Mourning inside, haunted by the fire
Step swallow
Mind is slow, enters in
How to feel, let go
Born to an empty place
Haunted by myself
Tears flood my mind
Wings of darkness
Numb pain chokes the way
Shivering muscles
Tired soul
Desperate
My strength
Bleed out
Suffocate
Searching hoping for sunset
Hear a lie, visible darkness
Illusion, you're in a demon
Empty inside, forgives the leechman
Shadows mock the snow
Freezing the heart
Hard to breathe
The darkness chases forward
Where are you going
Toward an idle memory
That haunts me
A million of mistakes
Away
Need to breathe
But I won't awake
I have a star
A dead empty
In darkness
There is peace
Is there a meaning
To what to come
I've seen the flesh of troubled minds
In a self-inflicted coma
Erase loose
No matter to come
Is there a purpose to the change we ignore
In need of a purpose
In need of a goal
Sallow interstates
Times never for release
Nothing left
Broken pictures of a memory
As we lay in the troubled minds
In a self-inflicted coma
Erase loose
No matter to come
Concret thoughts
Beliefs of purpose
For a path
Searching hoping for sunset
Hear a lie, visible darkness
Illusion, you're in a demon
Empty inside, forgives the leechman
Mourning inside, haunted by the fire
Step swallow
Mind is slow, enters in
How to feel, let go
Born to an empty place
Haunted by myself
Tears flood my mind
Wings of darkness
Numb pain chokes the way
Shivering muscles
Tired soul
Desperate
My strength
Bleed out
Suffocate
Searching hoping for sunset
Hear a lie, visible darkness
Illusion, you're in a demon
Empty inside, forgives the leechman
Shadows mock the snow
Freezing the heart
Hard to breathe
The darkness chases forward
Where are you going
Toward an idle memory
That haunts me
A million of mistakes
Away
Need to breathe
But I won't awake
I have a star
A dead empty
In darkness
There is peace
Is there a meaning
To what to come
I've seen the flesh of troubled minds
In a self-inflicted coma
Erase loose
No matter to come
Is there a purpose to the change we ignore
In need of a purpose
In need of a goal
Sallow interstates
Times never for release
Nothing left
Broken pictures of a memory
As we lay in the troubled minds
In a self-inflicted coma
Erase loose
No matter to come
Concret thoughts
Beliefs of purpose
For a path
Searching hoping for sunset
Hear a lie, visible darkness
Illusion, you're in a demon
Empty inside, forgives the leechman