mist - pump lyrics
my days have no sun
this picture tortures me
my nights have no relief
my blood has no taste
i corrupted my veins on insecticide
anch-r-d my sights, my mind, my breath
pump!
pump!
sweat, fear embraces me
“be afraid, my friend!” the tv says
my d-mnation
am i in the heaven or in the devil’s room?
i’m leaving the h-ll of angels now
the walls of confidence
falling down with my faith
a machine made me a loser
my fingers make me a loser
there is no table ready for my lunch
there is no roof
i simply can’t see what’s going on
reality slaps my face every time i try
stand up
i have no more will to keep my eyes opened
without my insecticide
run…
run…
“run, brother!”
i see the light calling me
for me, no hope and no peace
i cut my fingers off to get pure
and pray for not waking up tomorrow
another day without sun
pump my reality!
pump my reality!
pump!
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