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• Artiste: Strung Out
• Titre: Ice Burn
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I can feel the murky grip of a cold depression comin' down I can feel her hands around my neck shake me to the ground ice burn of the soul in light in sickness and in death infected every word and every thought and every single breath twisted by design the creeps deep inside of me feedin off this hunger, rage and the insecurity tempted by the rage I feed off nothing but myself thirsty for the things that make me do this to myself my pen is dripping words along to scrape the smile off my face every detour leads me here to shower in this waste you are my friend but now your just living all over me You watch me when I get it right you watch me when I fall Watch me every single day listen to everything I say and I swear I never wanted you I never needed anything from your twised fucked up lying words asleep at the wheel.