LIFE FEELS
LIFE FEELS LIKE POISON RUNNING THROUGH MY VAINSI'M SLOWLY BEING KILLED WITH THE NEGATIVITY IN THE AIR
I'M CONSTANTLY TRYING TO CLEANSE MY SOUL
FROM THE POISON RUNNING THROUGH MY VAINS
HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO CLEANSE MY SOUL
UNTIL THE POISON CONSUMES ME AND I DIE
SUFFICATING. I CAN'T BREATH. I CAN TAKE IT
ALL THAT IS ME IS SLOWLY DYING
THIS POISON SEEMS TO WIN THE BATTLE
I MUST WIN THE WAR
I MUST FIND THE CURE TO SAVE MY SOUL
I LOOK UP TO THE SKY
I SEE MY CURE
IT IS SHINNING BRIGHT
IT WARMS MY BODY
I REACH FOR THE LIGHT
TO SAVE MY LIFE FROM THIS POISON THAT CONSUMES ME
LIFE FEELS, LIFE FEELS, LIFE FEELS LIKE ITS WORTH FIGHTING FOR
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