歌词
Played out, wide off the mark,
Mania develops,
Akin ti fiction,
More than to a world of fact.
♪
(Chorus:)
My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Lifes foul treachery.
My own worst enemy.
♪
Dams of emotions build
A dull and trubid screen,
Clouding veils of black
In jungles of hopes opressed.
(Chorus)
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So many times,
For no reason.
So many promised punches,
For what reason?
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Ceaseless decay,
Parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
Restrained my mind coils.
♪
So many times,
For no reason.
So many promised punches,
For what reason?
♪
Ceaseless decay,
Parallel obscene and flagrant.
Ceaseless decay,
Restrained my mind coils.
♪
Played out, wide off the mark,
Mania develops,
Akin to fiction,
More than to a world of fact.
♪
My own worst enemy.
My own worst enemy.
Life foul treachery