Sick Of Will - Grammatrain

Can’t ever win against my sin

I find i’m made of dust again

Look away from evil desplays

Shadows on your walls come from my eyes

If i could only be, if i could only be your master

You’ll torture me until the die i die to you

If i could only learn to ignore myself and let you burn away

Save myself from your decay

Leave me every time i’m up you come to hold me down, hold me

I see i’ve got nothing left to show you now show you

Want to decide to commit willicide

I chew the chains i wrapped again

In my dream see what i’ve seen

The sun will dry you up and burn the dead away