歌词
Bathing in the cesspit of my own misery,
I gave up on being free
(all I want is to be free)
Purify my ending,
Siphon the last breath from me.
through your leathered lips,
I'll make the bed to lie in.
My tired eyes, fixate on the light.
The pockets are full.
The will is gone.
I was born broken, that's my fucking birthright.
The pockets are full.
The will is gone.
Back in the womb.
At peace. Resting.
Tired corneas, beckon some rest.