Cold Decay from Cold Decay by Cold Decay

You told me this time, it's the last trip,
For our torn hearts, it's the last shipwreck.
Your image haunts me, I whisper to you,
And I'm sick of love, and I'm sick of you.
I'm filling my loneliness with sadness,
Sadness with emptiness.
Somehow the sky is still calling your name,
A mastermind in this wicked game.
Waiting in the fire, I don't even own my desires.
This body will never be safe from harm.
Dreams are feelings you leave behind.
What awaits me, I have already experienced it,
What I used to be, always wanted to quit.
There's a child that used to smile,
There's a man that used to feel pride.
I look into your eyes and see nothing,
I dive into your soul to find something.
I feel cramped in my skin,
This battle against myself is about to begin.
Tomorrow is an excuse to be miserable today.
Cold Decay

• Metal
• Paris
• hardcore
• Paris