Blessed Are The Dead
by Living Hell· from Oblivion
Splitting at the seams, endless suffering.
There's no solution, for the pounding in my brain.
Riddled by disease, it takes the best of me.
i can't live like this, i can't think with this.
pressure, in my brain.
noose around my neck, tightens every day.
conflict in my soul, driving me insane.
push me to the edge, im about to break.
i can't livelike this, i can't think within this.
pressure, in my brain. its in my brain.
there's pressure, inside of me.
just push me and you'll see.