Testo di Threshold

Raise the dead to dredge knee-high through sh*t. Scared to leave, disengage forgotten thoughts. Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth. I don't want it, don't need it, don't want it, don't need it, I don't feel anymore. I can't see, I can't feel, I can't breathe it. I don't want it, don't need it, don't want it, don't need it, I don't feel anymore. I can't see, I can't feel, I can't kill it. Raise the dead to dredge knee-high through shit. Scared to leave, disengage forgotten thoughts. Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth. Still I'm finding I'm changing. I break away! And you can't stay satisfied when you live on borrowed time, And I know that will not change your mind. Run your marathon, your ill-begotten truth. by ursão#