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• Artiste: Currents
• Titre: Second Skin
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Second skin, I think I finally feel it setting in Save me from this living hell This heart an empty shell, this mind a shallow prison A menace to my health; in solitude, I dwell Why do we insist that all hope is fleeting? How do we reset when there's nothing left? A false idol, I've become the hand that feeds Making a habit of feigning misery I have lived so many lives that I cannot fucking tell which one is mine anymore Severing the ties, lost as I disintegrate Fade into the deepest depths, to the darkest black Until there's nothing left, there's nothing left Second skin, I think I finally feel it setting in Save me from this living hell The mask on my face has finally taken over Forever stuck this way now that I can't give it up I am torn apart Burning through my veins, born in agony I am torn apart Beneath the surface, dying within Carve me out, the faces blend together One in the same with no identity Occupying an empty space Sentenced to purgatory, stuck in obscurity Stuck in obscurity Beneath the surface, dying within Fade into the deepest depths, to the darkest black Until there's nothing left, there's nothing left Fade into the deepest depths, to the darkest black Until there's nothing left, there's nothing fucking left