Eyes on this flesh the windows of my soul From these I look inside and see it all Thorns in my heart and needles in my brain Is pain infectious or is
Dry me bleedin eyes, internally I'm longin for my distant sanity Here I'm all alone and still faithfully Holdin on my private misery Why must we live
翻訳: Mezarkabul. 痛みを殺す私に何かを与える.
翻訳: Mezarkabul. 痛み.
