A thingy bob

Grille de la piste #308915

Fournie par warbird1228

Lyrics:

© warbird1228
A thingy bob with a shiny end,
Promises of splendor, but they only pretend.
Messed up, bent over, trends that fade away,
A circus of illusions, in the light of decay.


Lots of broke dreams, shattered on the floor,
Each one a ghost, knocking at my door,
Ache with pleasure, pain twists the knife,
In this spiral of madness, I question my life.


Walking a thin fine line, between the hope and dread,
Teasing mind games, filling my head,
Drowning in the darkness, fall down into a hole,
The weight of my regrets is crushing my soul.
The mirror reflects a face I barely know,
A mask of despair, in this twisted show.


Nothing matters when you’re broke,
All that\'s left is the bitter smoke,
Wrestling demons with venomous smiles,
They lead me through this labyrinth of miles.

A thingy bob, a lure that\'s hard to resist,
In the chaos of thoughts, it simply persists.
Anger boils like magma deep in my veins,
I dance in the ruins of all my broken chains,