Storie

As we count down the memories, and we break our skin. As we die for the remedy, we are lost within

How far would you go? How little we know!

It's the same old stories, little bit of gory, tragic and dysphoria. It's the same old record, little bit of scratches, we're going down as it keeps coming up!

Are we ever whole, all the way down here? Do the wretches ever give way, do we remember our name. Are we ever heard or just drown out by fear?

It's the same old stories, little bit of gory, tragic and dysphoria. It's the same old record, little bit of scratches, we're going down as it keeps coming up!

And if I break my skin, will it release the doom from within? If I take these pills, will it make it possible to feel? And it circles around and around in my head. I wish I could feel anything else here, instead! But

It's the same old stories, little bit of gory, tragic and dysphoria. It's the same old record, little bit of scratches, we're going down as it keeps coming up!