Paroles de Fear For Me Now
Shield the ears of creationHands forever free of blood
I am the foundation on which dreams die…
Predicting an imminent pain through delusions of decay
There will be no rest, pestilence will spread on beds of nails reinforcing wounds
Hanging on every word
I’d rather hang myself
Shield the ears of creation, fault not yourself
Hands forever free of blood, fear for me now
Hanging on every word
I’d rather hang myself
"Are you there?
You’re sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home."
