Dysphoria

Slowly crossing the border that leads back To A Land of black-hearted hatred and open Sores. Where the blisters of old holds Control Of this Corpse I am beneath this veil of Gold. I know you hate me. So don't keep Them waiting for me To fall down From the high seats. And when I hit the bottom, I will hold my breath Until salvation Finds me. Slowly making my way back to When The past and the present makes Me choose again. Between a restless sadness or a perfect Reckoning. I know you hate me. So don't keep Them waiting for me To fall down From the high Seats. And when I hit the bottom, I will hold my breath Until salvation Finds me. Crawling in my own Self-esteem. Where I'm waiting for a sound Or a movement to break the Truce. Between the guilt I've held so dear to my Heart and the visions I have of you. And if God only knew how I've dreamt of You, would he still save my Soul? So don't keep Them waiting for me To fall down From the high seats. And when I hit the bottom, I will hold my breath until Salvation finds me.