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• Artiste: GGFH
• Titre: Real
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Moving with the grace of night Reaching - grasping for the light Running - try to catch my breath Falling down - there's nothing left Is it all inside of me? Is it all that you can feel? Is it real? Breathing through a plastic bac Eyes are burnt and skin is scabbed Senses gone and fingers peel Wounds just bleed and never heal Try to sleep but it don't come Fluid pumped into my lungs No sense of touch - no way to feel How can I tell if this is real? If this is real? Coming back around again Greeted by a blackened grin Open up - there's something wrong The taste of metal in my tongue Mother's back - no need to fear Cover me - so I can't hear Soiled cloth around my face Take me to a better place No sense of touch - no way to feel How can I tell if this is real? If this is real? The television in my head My monitor keeps going dead Communication's breaking down There's bodies lying all around Touching the forbidden flesh I want it all and nothing less Wasted limbs and fingers peel How can I tell if this is real? If this is real? Tortured hands don't lose their grip Pulling 'til my muscles rip I pray to God my soul to take