The Bottom of My Soul - Angra

This anxiety

Drills a hole within my soul

How did I get here?

In the ruins of my own

Oh, I guess I’ll never know

Stabbing agony

Cutting words off from my throat

I’ve been falling so deep

In the bottom of my soul

I’ve been drowning here

In the waters of my pain

How could I crawl so low

To the bottom of my soul?

The bottom of my soul

Evil scenery

Quiet needles thrust my eyes

And there’s nothing I can do

Deep inside it hurts

The blood is bitter in my mouth

While I’m sinking down in the mud

Stabbing agony

Cutting words off from my throat

I’ve been falling so deep

In the bottom of my soul

I’ve been drowning here

In the waters of my pain

How could I crawl so low

To the bottom of my soul?

The bottom of my soul

The bottom of my soul

I’m down in the mud

In the bottom of my soul

Stabbing agony

Cutting words off from my throat

How did I fall so deep

In the bottom of my soul?

And I’m drowning here

In the ocean of my hurts

Where have I lost my wings?

In the bottom of my soul

The bottom of my soul

This anxiety

In the ruins of my own