Geschrieben am: 21.02.2010 um 01:22 Uhr
Zuletzt editiert am: 21.02.2010 um 01:26 Uhr
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Laid to rest as distant voices fall on my ears
Frozen eyes stare at death with mortal fear
I pray for relive but the grip of live still keeps me awake
Hooked up to machines for my own families sake
Pictures of the crash deeply burned in my brain
No one listens; all my screams are in vain
Faces that rush buy just to check if I’m still alive
But no one cares if I want to survive
Can’t move my limbs, barely can breath
Wonder if it is god’s work because I wouldn’t believe
Strapped to this bed for the rest of my live
Living between live and death in my endless strive
The drugs that don’t work leave my body in pain
The thought of eternity makes me finally go insane
Stare at my wife as she kisses me good bye
The one question that remains is why?
porrada e atitude, essa é a minha marca
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