Woorden: In Flames. Eraser.

consumed dead like a worm catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks anything i swallowed will hide me from the sun the way i see things, i wished it could be true take me out of the way the trail of the tormenters of a past anymore will take me far away to leave the past, this fear (or from here) to leave the fast, every step is pure to leave the past, from here to the the past, every step is pure afraid of lost control still theres a part of me that wants to feel insecure afraid of lost control it's seems we all need help to leave the past, this fear (or from here) to leave the fast, every step is pure to leave the past, from here to the the past, every step is pure