Tekstovi: Dropsaw. Missing Limbs. Misery.

FUCK!
BLAH!

emptiness, the feeling of losing someone close
it drains my mind
my soul is lost
nothing seems to be going my way
now your gone I still got so much to say

all I hear are words repeating
in my fucking head
why must it end in misery
the light at the end of this tunnel is fading fast

all I hear are words repeating
in my fucking head
why must it end in misery