Paroles de I Am A Story Backwards Told

I'm bothered with my soul I'm walcking besise my shoes Your questions pull and drag A future which seduces Don't let me breath I'm selling joy to pain To convince that I'm alive I'm feeding my own screams With my thoughts so stupedly Complaining with fear In trouble wit my soul I'm a story backwards told I want to laugh at everything But there are no laughters left I wave myselve through the day And I shout in empty rooms Who made these rules? In trouble wit my soul I'm a story backwards told