Lyrics

Standing at the edge again, looking at the mess I've made The dissent fills me with grief Holding on to these fractured memories I thought the sea would drown my sorrow I thought the rain could wash this pain I found solace in these vices and it gave into crisis Piece by piece I fill myself with a false relief In the same old hell I waste away, waste away a little more every day Till I disintegrate So give me more, give me more Decay that we're all dying for Till I disintegrate Running from every decision, I made myself a martyr to self-infliction Piece by piece I fill myself with a false relief In the same old hell I waste away, waste away till I disintegrate I waste away, waste away a little more every day Till I disintegrate So give me more, give me more Decay that we're all dying for Till I disintegrate I burned the memory of this sorrow that I carry Turned it to ash, left it in the past But it always comes backs I burned the memory, and it always comes back I made myself a martyr to self-infliction And it left me here Stuck in this same old hell I thought the sea would drown my sorrow I thought the rain could wash this pain Till I disintegrate
Writer(s): Christopher Petrof Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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