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• Artiste: Wraith Of The Ropes
• Titre: Final Reflection
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[Lyrics by S. Rottinghouse] I don't feel like myself anymore I run my fingers over open sores Self administered lethal injection Snow white powder in my reflection Watch it dissolve into hallucinations I can see it all in clouded visions I want so much to cause this pain I want so much more to take it away I leave a white trail of life for death to follow Had to get high to get so low Bury myself in sorrow Had to fill my veins to feel so hollow Toxify to realize That deep inside it's all a lie It feels so good I want to die Don't care enough to say goodbye The razor takes two forms of agony One is clouded, one is sanity Drag it along the veins I polluted My thoughts are clean, the blood is diluted I don't care what kills me as long as I die Take it away, can't live another day Sometimes I don't even feel like myself anymore I run my fingers over bruising skin and open sores I can't believe I never thought of this way out before In a pool of blood I lay near death upon the floor Heightened contempt for all the things about myself I hated Tighten my fists, and hold my breath until the feelings faded Every alternate path to sate my wrath's been contemplated It seems of all life offers, death is the least complicated I don't care what kills me as long as I die