آهنگ: BedWetters. Other. A Dramatic Letter To Conscience.

White walls are caving in, despite the calls im blaming sin
waveing lights make me loose my sight
Locked door is holding on, wrecked room is waiting for
my confession filled with depression

For me its hard to gather my thougts, and cover the paper with red coated ink.
I cant begin to lay down the words , already i have to stop for a second to think.
This conversation with myself has taken place before.
This deprivation from my life, has broken me once more.
vague hesetation taught me, that im not so sure
why are you my concience, needed for

Leave me alone, for i have seen those desperate days.
Dont beat me for long, your fists are heavy, filled with hate.
Leave me alone, cos i have seen how lying pays.
I see i was wrong, my eyes are steady, its time to wait.

I would like to conclude my shallow letter with everlasting words of despare.
Its not wrong for you to scratch hollow walls with neverending strokes of care.
This conversation with myself has taken place before.
This deprivation from my life, has broken me once more.
Now i know, that i have found apealing cure
i think of you as a natures healing metaphore

Leave me alone, for i have seen those desperate days.
Dont beat me for long, your fists are heavy, filled with hate.
Leave me alone, cos i have seen how lying pays.
I see i was wrong, my eyes are steady, its time to wait

(Thanks to Triin for these lyrics)