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Whispers coming up from the Underground
can u feel the tension that i feel
(when you are around)
the only sorrow i could found, when im sick of this heartless town
where salvation means damnation but its right, tonight!
Like sliting my anger and my wrist (I get sick like this!)!
im like a beated up underdog, crying for company
You make all lies come true
feeling on this black and blue
I need you
blasting up for action and can't get enough
when the heat meet your eyes and there's no room for love
yeah how i need it, pull around the needle
so sleepless nights when none knows your name, its the same
Like sliting my anger and my wrist (I get sick like this!)!
im like a beated up underdog, crying for company
You make all lies come true
feeling on this black and blue
I need you
its time to face it
dont try to fake it
that false strengh is useless when you're down
and baby not all my jokes are fun
all the way...it comes to me...