Testo Surrender The Sons

I'm left alone! Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes Don't touch me. I'm sick. You whisper, But I hear only what I choose. Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone You know that feeling of fear and desperation in the pit of your stomach making you nauseous Excitement apprehension you wish you could lose it all Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel I'm left alone. Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there Hello my good old friend. Your hand pulls me back from that Mire or will I look back and stare and wonder if she is way back there When your head spins and your stomach swells The fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just Forgetting this and future I am scared of you I swear I'll find my way back to the light now that I'm left alone I'M LEFT ALONE