The Trauma

The Trauma lyrics

Original languageEnglish
Views65
Lyrics coordinates

Original lyrics

EN
18
Cold lights find ways Into my room at night I am trying to escape What feels like demise God, please let me out Of this loathsome life Pale hands, weak thighs Death keeps screaming my name Fading slowly Into the afterlife God, please let me out Of this loathsome life Godforsaken times Oh, please let me die Death is screaming My name Gasping for air until silence arrives