Testo Degenerate Anything Box
All my dreams, I watched them
Slip away from me in a haze.
You will cover all my shame
And trust with a sea of hate...
You let me down...
Mercy is a concept that my
Soul will not accept...
All the fury of a thousand
Wounds I will not regret.
All I know is all I feel, and now i
Canât seem to find, a pile of
Words, and all the broken glory
Of a bloody crime...
You let me down...
Trust is soulless as the ends of
Days that I used to see,
Like a picture in a book iâve
Read but donât dare to look.
Degenerated by a thousand words
That you used to say,
Canât believe that in my mind i
Wanted you to stay...
You let me down...
You let me down...
You let me down...