Use once and destroy

It's the emptiness that follows you down

It's the ache inside when it all burns out

It's poisonous it muscles it aches

It's everything you had when it breaks


It's the emptiness that's all you have left

Too terrified of your frozen breath

It's a bitter mouth it's buttered and knived

It's the awful truth you fight for your life


It might as well it might as well hurt

It might as well it might as well...



[s'acosten dies molt complicats, si és que encara poden ser-ho un xic més]