Mouth - Paradise Lost
Feel so low some days
In my mind
I could go out in style
In my mind
We’ve seen it all through many years of lonesome hell
And only I can taste
Resent security
Obscuring all I see
In my mouth
In my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show
Go back from where I came
But luck sees to us all
And rarely plays the game
In my mouth
In my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show
Back to a place where we all terminate, we terminate
