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Στοίχοι: The Weakend. Diagnosing A Haunted Child.

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i have come to terms with my existence
my pain, my head, my life, my regrets
im just human afterall


please father don't abandon family
you promised not to follow in your old man's footsteps
well you're just like him
you're rich,and drunk, and desperate
and i'm left ith the regrets of forsaken souls
and no control of my own sanity
so i blame this family tree
the branches lost their budding flowers
and the leaves turned to ash before the fall

tonight let the fog rise
the old floorboards call out the spirits
whisper singing me to sleep
please oh please prescribe the empathy
ive lost all hope you have my blessing
just for an hour
(please oh please)
for a minute or a second
i'd kill to get this burden took from me
these walls all look the same
white beds and matching sheets will scream my name
so take my blood for grated the ghosts have raped me of my dignity
i promised myself not to lose control
but i cant do this on my own
a man's scared and desperate
and i'm left ith the regrets of forsaken souls
and no control of their own sanity
they take it out on me
they take it out on...
please oh please prescribe the empathy
ive lost all hope you have my blessing just for an hour
(please oh please)
for a minute or a second
i'd kill to get this burden took from me
please oh please prescribe the empathy
ive lost all hope you have my blessing just for an hour
(please oh please)
for a minute or a second
i'd kill to get this burden took from