Built to Disappear Songtext
von Third Realm feat. Bep Hayman
Built to Disappear Songtext
I watch life pass from sunken places
Try to find some comfort in my pain
Heard you whisper something that resembles my name
But I don′t recognize it now
I see their smiles, their happy faces
I wonder if they know that it won't last
Just like me, they′re dying from the inside out
And time is running out
Each day I'm falling farther from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I've become a stranger to my own soul
I′m blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my call?
Play this sordid game with death
He taps his fingers, waiting for my move
But the odds are stacked against me
Maybe we were born to lose
Each day I′m falling farther from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I became a stranger in my own soul
I'm blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my calls?
If nothing′s built to last, what are we doing here?
Are we just fragile things of glass, built to disappear?
I watch life pass from sunken places
A kind of grave, too deep for love to fill
When I 'm gone, they won′t remember me
But I just won't feel anything
Try to find some comfort in my pain
Heard you whisper something that resembles my name
But I don′t recognize it now
I see their smiles, their happy faces
I wonder if they know that it won't last
Just like me, they′re dying from the inside out
And time is running out
Each day I'm falling farther from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I've become a stranger to my own soul
I′m blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my call?
Play this sordid game with death
He taps his fingers, waiting for my move
But the odds are stacked against me
Maybe we were born to lose
Each day I′m falling farther from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I became a stranger in my own soul
I'm blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my calls?
If nothing′s built to last, what are we doing here?
Are we just fragile things of glass, built to disappear?
I watch life pass from sunken places
A kind of grave, too deep for love to fill
When I 'm gone, they won′t remember me
But I just won't feel anything
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