Cut City - The Sound & The Sore Тексты

For so long
For so long
Empty chairs and (where's) the enemy

We picture the picture differently
Vacant eyes stare endlessly
Got no blood on my hands
But a minute to spare

For too long
For too long
Different knives in the very same wound

Sum of thoughts of how it should be
Accompanied by someone to leave
A lot of blood on my hands
And a minute's despair

Greetings from the darkness
No pity shown
We wade in pools of blood that we call our home
Pleased to meet me
I'm leaving

Death comes ripping
No pity shown
It's all so disgusting but I know my home
Pleased to meet me
It's deceiving

And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real
And it feels surreal
And it feels so real