WITH BROKEN WINGS - THE BIRTH OF CATASTROPHE lyrics

rate me

And I've begun my misery.

I celebrate my death annually

And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper.

(What is wrong with me)

And I've begun my misery.

I celebrate my death annually

And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper

As I slowly begin to walk towards it.

And while walking towards it

I trip and fall.

I sit awake to prevent from falling

And while lying awake I see a door being shut.

I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath.

And as I look over my lifeless body

I think to myself.

Is this how it ends?

A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me.

(the life that killed me)