Crisis - Wretched Lyrics
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside.so burn meso cold. no one to hold.so burn this bodyI'm not feeling anymore.chilling, now I'm turning to stone.so burn this wretched bodyangel ambrace this disheveled wretch.I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingerssmothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite livingthis is the gravedigger who throws his own bodybeneath the shit you tread carry me there,regret the life tarry onward running away callousedthese ribs hold no more than hollowness - a hole dug as my grave,though I'm buried insode my head.already dead to your touch, to your light.your eyes march forward with condemnation...feel this solitudeburn with me.