| Bury me in that field of remorse down the hill |
| I’d be free cause there ain’t nothing worse life like this |
| Where are you now i can’t see |
| Drown me deep till that river of words finds the sea |
| Went trough facebook and my mails |
| Old accounts and new mistakes |
| If there’s something laying there |
| I don’t want to know |
| All these voices i don’t hear |
| Lost up in the straosphere |
| While i’m trapped here in this earthly dome |
| Alone |
| You are the only |
| Sound to console me |
| Now that you’re gone it feels like and early grave |
| You are the only |
| Sound to console me |
| Now that you’re gone it feels like i’m longing death |
| But i’m scared |
| There’s a stain of ink that won’t come off |
| Of my head |
| I’m a rotten hand a walking corpse so |
| Bury me in that field of remorse down the hill |
| I’d be free cause there ain’t nothing worse life like this |
| Where are you now i can’t see |
| Drown me deep till that river of words finds the sea |