Grief Machine by The Sorrow
Crawling through broken glass
But i feel no pain, no pain at all
Fed through the grief machine
Just lifelessness within my soul
My trembling hands on
A cold tile floor
I had a vision
The night before
That i am bleeding
My inside out
In need for shelter
I´d die without
According to my heartbeat
I´m already dead
I´m falling down a black hole
My sleep won´t bring relief
Wake up in fear
Scared of the dark
Cold hand touches my heart
But i feel no cold, no cold at all
Craving for inner peace
Colliding with an evil force
These revelations
Shown in my dreams
I cannot read them
I just hear screams
And still i´m bleeding
My inside out
In need for shelter
I´d die without
From the depths of hell my fate will rise
Profound and inferior, an opponent to warming lights
My nightmares start to become reality