Casablanca
I have this feeling
I've got a drive
It sends me crazy
Dying on the inside
Something about me
Just doesn't feel right
Internal fighting
I want to take back my life
You would not see it
It hides behind
Subhuman feeling
Clutching my throne of lies
Answers can't be this
Can't be who I am
Something is missing
Living in this façade
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Finally found the courage to come right here
After this pain felt through the years
Four days remain, I'm not okay
Medical trips to Casablanca in my Moroccan play
I feel the blood still in my hands
End the charade of the diseased man
I'm choking on the desert sand
Now cure this pain that plagues my mind
I cannot see the bright lights that sleep
Staying to wait as my body feels weak
Losing thoughts as nobody speaks
Hiding from my ill-founded peak
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
I have to remember why I'm here
After waiting countless years
Three days remain, I'm not fit to feel the wait
Aversion in Casablanca to steer away from fate
Am I running out of time?
Thinking I should stay behind
Doubting all my self regret
Losing all my self respect
Fire in the castle walls
Shooter in the dining halls
Fighter in the desert storms
I don't think that's right if I recall
Memories of melodies
Taking their toll
Never thinking of consequences
When you grow old
Illusions start to turn away
Emotions grow cold
As my conscience fades to grey
With nowhere to go
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Never forgetting why I'm here
Ending eternal pain that hurt through the years
Two days remain, still waiting to feel the day
Curing myself in Casablanca to hide from what I hate
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Finally coming near to why I'm here
I've been waiting my whole life for this
One day remains, that's all it takes
Heaven belongs in Casablanca in the dystopian state
You took me to the place
And saved my dying fate
At peace with all these feelings
Refuse to lie to myself
Religion can't explain
Reliefs of Moroccan plays
They would hate to know the cure
I do not feel the pain anymore
I've got a drive
It sends me crazy
Dying on the inside
Something about me
Just doesn't feel right
Internal fighting
I want to take back my life
You would not see it
It hides behind
Subhuman feeling
Clutching my throne of lies
Answers can't be this
Can't be who I am
Something is missing
Living in this façade
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Finally found the courage to come right here
After this pain felt through the years
Four days remain, I'm not okay
Medical trips to Casablanca in my Moroccan play
I feel the blood still in my hands
End the charade of the diseased man
I'm choking on the desert sand
Now cure this pain that plagues my mind
I cannot see the bright lights that sleep
Staying to wait as my body feels weak
Losing thoughts as nobody speaks
Hiding from my ill-founded peak
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
I have to remember why I'm here
After waiting countless years
Three days remain, I'm not fit to feel the wait
Aversion in Casablanca to steer away from fate
Am I running out of time?
Thinking I should stay behind
Doubting all my self regret
Losing all my self respect
Fire in the castle walls
Shooter in the dining halls
Fighter in the desert storms
I don't think that's right if I recall
Memories of melodies
Taking their toll
Never thinking of consequences
When you grow old
Illusions start to turn away
Emotions grow cold
As my conscience fades to grey
With nowhere to go
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Never forgetting why I'm here
Ending eternal pain that hurt through the years
Two days remain, still waiting to feel the day
Curing myself in Casablanca to hide from what I hate
Take me to the place
And you cast me astray
I cannot hide these feelings
And just lie to myself
Pray it all away
In this Moroccan play
But I don't think there's a cure
I cannot hide this anymore
Watching on as something's wrong
I know that I don't belong
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
In this, in this, in this, flesh prison
I think I know my fuse has bust
I cannot take it anymore
Let me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Me out, me out, of this flesh prison
Finally coming near to why I'm here
I've been waiting my whole life for this
One day remains, that's all it takes
Heaven belongs in Casablanca in the dystopian state
You took me to the place
And saved my dying fate
At peace with all these feelings
Refuse to lie to myself
Religion can't explain
Reliefs of Moroccan plays
They would hate to know the cure
I do not feel the pain anymore
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