World War Four - Wither lyrics

rate me

Weak and feeble,

gaunt and drawn

Pins and needles,

crown of thorns

Bring me not your cup of pain

bring no more your dirty stain

In my sleep you come you creep

In my veins the pain runs deep

And I creep I crawl,

I seethe and I crave

I wither, I waste,

alone I rage

Bring me not your cup of pain

bring no more your dirty stain

In my sleep you come you creep

In my veins the pain runs deep

And I wither

Bring me not your cup of pain

bring no more your dirty stain

In my sleep you come you creep

In my hands the pain runs deep