The Stifling Life
Terminal Serious
3:31The life in your room, outside It's like on the moon Looking for the holes That adorn the wall Like the farmer plows the field Where your wounds bloom Breathing only the air That smells of stale chair Start painting again Driven to despair Try to wish again It's a request! Confess! Don't repress! Don't depress! Burst! You avoid every touch Gaining so much Wrapping yourself in a gray frozen shell Pure, a shiver down the spine Sure, everything will be fine Start painting again Driven to despair Try to wish again It's a request! Confess! Don't repress! Don't depress! Burst!