Texty: Goldust. Split 10. Speaking Tongues.

For 7 years and 7 months
the fear has been asleep
i carried it all deep so inside
like a promise i tried to keep.
for 7 years and 7 months
a sea of pain and disbelief
but to you i must confide

the pain is rising
the fear is swelling
the weight is overwhelming
the soul is disintegrating

do you know who you are
in the end grab all you can
i hear you preaching but i cant
i cant i cant i cant hear a thing

the bones are cracking
the skull is cracking
the skin is ripping
the devil is crawling its way out

speaking tongues