Only The Haunted

(альбом: Ad Nauseam - 2015)

Temper the sting
With a summer fling
To take my mind off of you
Soften the hurt
Bruised face in the dirt
Napalm and sweet perfume

Sicker I grow
Day after day
Tell her my mind begins slipping away
I'm slipping away

Only the haunted knows how it feels
Only the heartbroken truly fear the reveal
Its that ol' devil that I feel
Creeping into my mind
Looking for a soul to steal

History tells its vicious tales
Of plagues horrors and woe
The darkness consumes me
The colder I grow

Oceans of the motion
Waves crash over me
How will I calm my mind
And navigate this stormy sea

Only the haunted knows how it feels
Only the heartbroken truly fear the reveal
Its that ol' devil that I feel
Creeping into my mind
Looking for a soul to steal

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

Just enough
Just enough
Just enough rope to hang myself

No other poison could ever dull the pain
You couldn't see my tears out in the pouring rain
Oceans of the motion
Waves crash over me
How will I calm my mind
And navigate this stormy sea

Only the haunted knows how it feels
Only the heartbroken truly fear the reveal
Its that ol' devil that I feel
Creeping into my mind
Looking for a soul to steal

There's no other poison that could ever dull the pain
You couldn't see my tears out in the pouring rain!