Asylum - Dead Soul

This is the darkest thing awhile I have ever seen

If these cold gobs could talk I’m sure they would scream

The pace of thicket makes it

hard to breath, hard to breath.

Feels like every minute, an eternety.

I cry out loud «there is no there for me».

The patience comes in little pills

that make me sleep, make me sleep.

This is the lowest point

and there is no return

no matter how dark it gets

live and learn.

This is the lowest point

and there is no return

no matter how dark it gets

live and learn.

and learn

and learn