Meathook Seed Cling To An Image текст песни, слова песни Cling To An Image Meathook Seed
Meathook Seed - Cling To An Image
cold,
misconstrued,
my grip is lost on that which is real,
Crystal clear
A memory,
I recall constantly,
It comforts my loneliness
and fills my empty space,
Cold, misconstrued,
alone I lie,
my grip is lost on that which is real,
I lie to myself,
Repeatedly,
I act as if it still exists,
when deep down I know the truth,
Taunting myself,
prepared for a fall,
with the hole in my heart,
I feel
I deserve
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