Ephen Rian Try To Record My Feelings And Die
I'm just standing here at this cold place waiting for you
to rescue my bleeding body from this pointless game.
Please taste my blood. Please taste my blood which floods
your empty dreams.
A symptom of your obsessive minds. Put up a defence
against the walls inside.
You try to draw my lifeline, carve your name into my
skin.
Is there a meaning in, in these words, build a framework
of lies, of your lies.
And then I'll drawn, then I'll drawn in my own blood.
As you see my body lying on the floor. In your minds I'm
just a number in a book full of figures.
