Lyrics: Jonathan Salomonsson
Music: Jonathan Salomonsson
...accept fate, however tragic it might be
Tired of this, tired of-
Tired of this, I tried my luck
I spread diseases with my touch
See new perspectives, just as dumb
I guess it's over, guess I'm ****ed
I'm speaking nonsense, cut my tongue
I'm breathing still, puncture my lungs
You take the bread, I live off crumbs
I gave up everything I loved
(I don't know, I don't know)
I hold conversations with the walls
(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
Chased by a shadow in the halls
(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
You broke me down while standing tall (Standing tall)
They put me down just like a dog
Tired of this, I tried my luck
I spread diseases with my touch
See new perspectives, just as dumb
I guess it's over, guess I'm ****ed
I'm speaking nonsense, cut my tongue
I'm breathing still, puncture my lungs
You take the bread, I live off crumbs
I gave up everything I-