The Midnight Chair Songtext
von Angel Number

"Ride it out", they told you
You will learn a thing or two
Face away too soon
You′re through


Sweat it out, breathe slowly
Stripped of everything that's holy
Silhouettes of doom are surrounding you

Every lie consoles you
All the things you′re going through
Tie you up to serve the few

So you cry: "Bewitch me"
"I don't need this pain, just take me"
Funny for you to surrender too