My nerves are blowing
Inside of me my skin burns
I sink my toes on the ground
I wanna quit; but I don't wanna enter another place
I'm marked and wounded, the decaying of my thoughts
The rotten smell on my skin
The cold body, thrown and forgotten
Inside of me my skin burns
I sink my toes on the ground
I wanna quit; but I don't wanna enter another place
I'm marked and wounded, the decaying of my thoughts
The rotten smell on my skin
The cold body, thrown and forgotten
-=[Sepultura]=-
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