Testo di Fog Rolls In

I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry And he's sipping sangria in the temple of wine I'm surrounded by the naked men who undressed his lies I know it's in my head Now I've trapped myself in a room of sorrow As my blood starts to sweat and my brain starts to wallow And I'm standing in a room covered in needles I've died a thousands times and never once lived normal I know it's in my head I'm turning blank pages on a blurry white line As the arms go numb and the mouth goes dry And he's sipping sangria in the tеmple of wine I'm surrounded by thе naked men who undressed his lies