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Woorden: Machinery. The Passing. Waiting For The Wave.


I'm bleeding
All of me bleeding
Let me run, let me fade away

Can't hide behind the curtain
Don't fit in within the frame
And I plunge deeper and deeper
From solid ground the tide sweeps me away

I've tried so hard to make it all better
To please and make everything seem right

I keep telling myself to breathe again
To go on and live through another day
But it takes me down, I gasp for air
It chokes inside me, wants me dead
The pounding aches harder and harder
Deeper and deeper I fall

Another ray reaches to an end
Battered, beaten, deluded, degraded
I've tried to scrub it off, I've tried to wash it off
But it stays
Remains inside of me

I keep telling myself to breathe again
To go on and live through another day
But it takes me down, I gasp for air
It chokes inside me, wants me dead
The pounding aches harder and harder
Deeper and deeper I fall

I've tried to scrub it off, I've tried to wash it off
But it stays
Remains inside of me
Machinery