Just a blemish

Hope, throw it all away. I'd like to meet you, but I can't see clearly

Go, please go away. You'd like to see me, but I can't go near you

I hear the voices inside my head. You lost all feeling bet you regret

And you are ticking just like a bomb. If it was my choice, I would have gone

Gone, gone all the way if I could touch you through this glass engagement

Death is closest thing to having freedom in the world we live in

I hear the voices inside my head. You lost all feeling bet you regret

And you are ticking just like a bomb. If it was my choice, I would have gone

I hear the voices inside my head. You lost all feeling bet you regret