Thresholding Skulls by Sean Ry Alternative from Brazil

Thresholding Skulls

Seems like a hundred years
Since my tears fell on the ground
A long time that still haunts me
Every fears still hunts me
Like nothing changed, nothing

Turning my soul... dark....
Turning my days.... dark....
They made me want to die.....
Taking my life light....
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They pla with my wrists
They never believed in my own sights
They knew me better than myself deep inside
All those words I wrote, they just spit in down
like I was a clown

... And my mind couldn't think right
My eyes couldn't see what was right
I couldn't feel what was to be alive....

Turning my soul... dark....
Turning my days.... dark....
They made me want to die.....
Taking my life light....
the masters thresholding skulls

After the dawn comes another morning
I still feel it disturbing,
the only way to go on is avoiding
They never knew what I was hiding
But they all tried to pretend to do it
With any word, with their proud eyes
Their siren laugh
They made me a mess
Till I forget myself
They knew well, how to bury me down

... And my mind couldn't think right
My eyes couldn't see what was right
I couldn't feel what was to be alive....

(And the times I was strugglin with a knife
And my wrists playing the odds, my mind in a sketch
just another night, ridding in a nightmare....
my life, down now.... down now...
all those lines i wrote...
all my days gone, gone to dust....)

... And my mind couldn't think right
My eyes couldn't see what was right
I couldn't feel what was to be alive....

Turning my soul... dark....
Turning my days.... dark....
They made me want to die.....
Taking my life light....
the masters thresholding skulls

After dawn comes morning...
Always morning... After dawn comes morning
alway morning...

the masters thresholding skulls
the masters thresholding skulls
the masters thresholding skulls
the masters thresholding skulls
thresholding skulls

©2018 Sean Ry,
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