Chokebore Motionless
In 1923 they took my daughter away from me.
Her name was sorrow.
Her name was fear.
You're everything you used to be.
Everything's the same.
Blood like a river blood like rain.
Why are you constantly leaving today?
Why are you constantly bleeding today?
Why are you constantly bleeding?
Why am I only left needing?
Why are we constantly living this way?
