ALBUM REVIEW: Autumn In Despair – When You Get There
Just a box of broken toys stained from the rat poison.
Just a box of broken toys stained from the rat poison.
Find your peace, I’m still searching for mine.
Get me out of this hell.
I have nothing more to offer the world. Put me in the fucking ground.
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There is nothing real outside our perception of reality, is there?
In broken fragments I see your face, but they fall away and distort this picture.
Crawling through my head, you want me dead, so please just say it.
I want you to know that I created my own hell.