You wanna feel it go, go. You wanna feel it go. You wanna feel it go, go. You wanna feel it go. . You wanna feel it go, go. You wanna feel it go. You wanna feel it go, go.
The doors open into the room. A fulfilled life and a lot to regret. For the summers rays and winters cold. Not either way and not regretful. . I will not survive.
You complain of breathing. You can't wait to die. You just wait, just wait. Just wait to suffocate. . You complain of breathing. You can't wait to die.
Facing, drifting which way should it be. Down under, beneath the soul is lost. Now absent minded well, I don't, well, I don't like it. So show me the new way to my soul.
Take your hands. Put them in the water. And begin to bless yourself. . The water's red. The cross is burning again. . You're fading, concentrate. You'll see get closer.