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作曲 : David Sebastian Alfaro |
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It's been such a long time |
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Since l've let you see me cry |
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How do you do it? It is fluid? Do I lack fluid? |
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'Cause when the storm comes I feel dry |
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Sick! sick! sick! |
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Thinking of this, this, this |
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Something within, in, in |
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Need to put out, out, out |
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The fire |
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The fire! |
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♪ |
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Can't open myself up to you |
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What the hell am I supposed to do? |
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When it hurts to speak in tongues |
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And reconcile what's due |
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I don't think that you get it |
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I think I need a medic |
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I think I need a medic! |
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26 years and now I realize, now I realize |
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It's been such a long time |
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Since I've said that I was fine |
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I guess it's progress, what you call it |
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I'm just stalling |
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'Cause the truth is that I'm sick |
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A sin is hiding deep within the trenches |
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You think you've reached me at my conversation benches |
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But alsa, I'm not over the last time |
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Kiss me now because it might be the last time |
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Still I... |
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I can't open myself up to you |
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What the hell am I supposed to do? |
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When it hurts to speak in tongues |
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And reconcile what's due |
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I don't think that you get it |
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I think I need a medic |
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I think I need a medic! |
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And by the time |
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I've drawn the lines, it'll be too late |
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'Cause my disguise |
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Has been prescribed. I'll self-medicate |
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And spiral down |
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So by the end, I'll crack the code |
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Deep in the crowd |
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But by the end I still feel cold |
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Ribs like a cage full of fire. |
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sulfur and ashes, a liar |
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Thinking about all the things you could to me |
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Paranoid you would conspire |
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But she's so pristine, a chapel I could call Sistine |
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Lay me down in St.Peter and wash my body clean |
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I just wanna say, you're |
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someone that I like |
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someone that I like |
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someone that I like |
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Spread these ashes out and suffocate the fire |
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Suffocate the fire |
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The fire! |
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Can't open myself up to you |
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What the hell am I supposed to do? |
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When it hurts to speak in tongues |
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And reconcile what's due |
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I don't think that you get it |
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I think I need a medic |
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I think I need a medic! |
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Never gonna open up and let you see inside, no! |
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Let it! Let it! Let it! Let it! Let it bleed |
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Never gonna open up, I'm rotting from inside |
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So help me, god, I'll hold it in until I die ~ |
