The Famished Art Of Living

Feel the cold

Darkest days, restless life
Only want to kill the pain inside
Good to me, kiss the silence
Face to face, renewal and rebirth

All the things i feel
So confused and so intense
All these things i need
Fading away

Rise

Find myself, once again
Building bases on the slippery mud
Corrosive, imperfect
Not like you but better anyway

We walk on the thin line of decadence
And self-importance
Playing with hope, trust, loyalty
In search of a rotten dream
We are the rotten dream

Can you see my world
Buried by this cloack of pain?
Now the feeling grows
It´s out of control

Grow, grow

Rise, see no more
Rise, hear no more
Rise, speak no more
Rise, rise

I need you now to believe
This feeling must be wrong
I need a reason to resist
Nothing´s clear