The Closing Walls - Trail Of Tears

Heading out in cold frustration

On yet another route

To chase your destination

Always ready to pursue

Forced into the corner

You spill your fluids to the floor

As another filthy needle

Has pierced through once more

It hurt me hard

And i fell low

It hurt me hard

Pulled me below

But they were many to pull

Until my lungs were full

Heading out in cold frustration

On yet another route

To chase your destination

Always ready to pursue

In tears you spray the closing walls

With wrists open wide

In contrary to what you think

You cannot ever hide

Tears fall as you spray the walls

The walls are closing further in on me

Why can’t these demons let me be

I feel so cold

I feel so sick