Broken Ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Beneath the feedback, where demons dance

I find my refuge in this grunge romance

I scream in silence, my soul unspilled

A messiah for the misfit, the broken ill

Broken illusions, like heart-shaped holes

A chorus of chaos, a symphony of souls

Through the distortion, my voice distills

The disenchanted ballad of the broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

A heart in pieces, a mind that roars

Smells like teen spirit, behind closed doors

In this dissonance, where silence screams

I'm the ghost in the machine, lost in dreams

Singing in the echoes of a broken will

Heartstrings tangled, a symphony standing still

In the silence, where the dreams distill

I'm the anthem of the outcast, the broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill

Broken ill