Distress Lyrics

This world is a deceiver

it is thirsty for my blood

the rain is liquid nitrogen

to my soul of a wrong colour



this world is a deceiver

it vomits sticky oil on me

stab me kill me

I hate this all to much.



May my face ripping tears be

the salt in your open wounds



...it all is

about to slip

from my hands

I want you

I don't want you

the white of yours

is growing on me

the air is thin

I want to be gone

broken and shattered...