Grammatrain Sick Of Will
can't ever win against my sin i find i'm made of dust again look away from evil desplays shadows on your walls come from my eyes if i could only be, if i could only be your master you'll torture me until the die i die to you if i could only learn to ignore myself and let you burn away, save myself from your decay leave me every time i'm up you come to hold me down, hold me i see i've got nothing left to show you now show you want to decide to commit willicide i chew the chains i wrapped again in my dream see what i've seen the sun will dry you up and burn the dead away
