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It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep,
It's nights like these that make it, so difficult to be,
A light at the end, a crack in the sky, there's no promise for release,
A way for me to get away, and all I've gotta do is bleed.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
Days like this I really wish, really wished I wasn't me,
Times like this they make it hard, make it hard to fuckin' see,
No light at the end, no crack in the sky, everyone ends up deceased,
A life like mine makes a man, turns a grown man to a flea.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
Piece by piece,
I slowly fade away,
I slowly drift apart.
I feel different, walls closing in on the future,
Sorry to be so cynical,
IT'S ALL I KNOW.
Piece by piece,
I slowly start to change,
I slowly start to change,
I SLOWLY START TO CHANGE.
It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep,
It's nights like these that make it, so difficult to be,
No light at the end, no crack in the sky, everyone ends up deceased,
A life like mine makes a man, turns a grown man to a flea.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
SEARCHING FOR A PLACE TO DIE
It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep,
It's nights like these that make it, so difficult to be,
A light at the end, a crack in the sky, there's no promise for release,
A way for me to get away, and all I've gotta do is bleed.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
Days like this I really wish, really wished I wasn't me,
Times like this they make it hard, make it hard to fuckin' see,
No light at the end, no crack in the sky, everyone ends up deceased,
A life like mine makes a man, turns a grown man to a flea.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
Piece by piece,
I slowly fade away,
I slowly drift apart.
I feel different, walls closing in on the future,
Sorry to be so cynical,
IT'S ALL I KNOW.
Piece by piece,
I slowly start to change,
I slowly start to change,
I SLOWLY START TO CHANGE.
It's days like this I wish that I, wish that I had stayed asleep,
It's nights like these that make it, so difficult to be,
No light at the end, no crack in the sky, everyone ends up deceased,
A life like mine makes a man, turns a grown man to a flea.
Searching, for something more.
Searching, for something right.
Searching, for a sense of clarity.
Searching, for a place to die.
SEARCHING FOR A PLACE TO DIE