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23 with nothing worthy to say I spit it out in the worst of ways 23 with nothing worthy to say I spit it out I spit it out I'm the worst fucking thing You see I'm just sick of getting older As time goes on my insides grow colder There's no cure in sight So try as you might I don't see myself coming out of this one [2x] Don't sing along You don't want to feel how I fell Not a single one of you Should put this in your head 'Cause it'll make you feel Better off dead You're better off dead Can't you feel the hands of father time Reaching for your neck Reaching for your neck All my life is now is just a pool of regret Who am I? Am I myself when you're around me? When you speak I just turn away It's so much further than I can see And now I live in envy 23 with nothing worthy to say, to say I spit it out in the worst of ways I'm the worst fucking thing Like clockwork the tortured days The hours, the minutes, they all stay the same Try to move forward but my mind is a mess I'm a coward. How much will I pay to remove this mask from my goddamn face? It's hard to find the motivation when there's no inspiration There's no fucking inspiration Give me a reason Give me a sign Give me a reason, a reason why [2x] Am I myself when you're around me? When you speak I just turn away It's so much further than I can see And now I live in envy (live in envy) The only thing lying underneath is a man who's afraid to live Is a man who's afraid to live? [2x] I've been sinking but I thought We had already sunk I just can't go any deeper, any deeper I can't go sinking I am a sunken ship Take, take what you want from me

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