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Woorden: Life Of Agony. Calm That Disturbs You.

The calm that disturbs you
You don't think I've done a thing for you
It's okay, it's okay
And you drag yourself about

You creep along, along you creep anyway
It's okay and the awakening storm that breaks
There's nothing more I can say I can say

See my heart, I'm down on my knees
I turn to shit, I think I'm broken
See my heart, I'm down on my knees
I turn to shit, I think I'm broken

Let it go, let it go to God
What we, what becomes of us?
Let it go, let it bleed to God
Run

Let it all, let it all run dry
What we, what becomes of us?
And I need to go outside

Cold and unhappy
Kiss my falling tears
Falling tears in my soul
The smell of sweat and blood

Is what I see
Is crawling back
In my head In my head

See my heart, I'm down on my knees
I turn to shit, I think I'm broken
See my heart, I'm down on my knees
I turn to shit, I think I'm broken

Let it go, let it go to God
What we, what becomes of us?
Let it go, let it bleed to God
Run

Let it all, let it all run dry
What we, what becomes of us?
And I need to go outside

Let it go, let it go to God
What we, what becomes of us?
Let it go, let it bleed to God
Run

Let it all, let it all run dry
What we, what becomes of us?
Let it go, let it bleed to God