A Passing Glance

Ghostlimb

Compositor: Não Disponível

This is getting old.
I'm still tired.
Wearing this smiling mask.
It reeks of shit.
Reflections grow weary.
So I'll crack these glittering surfaces.

This is getting old.
I'm still tired.
Wearing this smiling mask.
It reeks of shit.
I can't get up.
I'm trying so hard to make everything all right.
But I can't wake up.
This bed has been here since the beginning.

I can't get up, I can't get up.
To leave now would truly be a shame.
I can't get up.
I can't get up.
When they're all watching I'll watching, I'll wear this mask.

A priceless view.
This won't last.
Reflections have grown weary, and these glittering surfaces crack at the sight of me.
This is getting old.
I'm still tired.
Wearing this smiling mask.
It reeks of shit.