Desire
Tired eyes clouded by torment and pain
Another day by gone in suffering
Another chance to try again in vain
There ain't no luck on our side but only frustration
I've been feeding on the dirt
All my life has been a test (hopelessness)
Weighing down so heavy on my chest
All the torment all the stress
God help me to break free
Life's a burden bringing me to my knees
I've been fighting all my life
Because this shit brings me down
I cannot sleep can not feel
The slightest hope in my bowels
In all this mess there ain't no choice for me
I've gotta rip gotta tear my path to victory
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
Another test there ain't no choice for me
To find the peace I seek there's no relief
Too much pressure I need therapy
For all my pain and anxiety
Too blind to look in the mirror
When I get up i tell myself I'm not awake
Cause I'm sedated everyday
Can see myself in the grave
Flowers growing above
But there's no meaning it all
Just rotting bones in the ground
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
I try to swim but I keep sinking down
I want to live but feel to weak because I keep bleeding out
Lost my will lost my power
Lost my soul to this drought
A living corpse in its grave
And flowers fading above
Another day by gone in suffering
Another chance to try again in vain
There ain't no luck on our side but only frustration
I've been feeding on the dirt
All my life has been a test (hopelessness)
Weighing down so heavy on my chest
All the torment all the stress
God help me to break free
Life's a burden bringing me to my knees
I've been fighting all my life
Because this shit brings me down
I cannot sleep can not feel
The slightest hope in my bowels
In all this mess there ain't no choice for me
I've gotta rip gotta tear my path to victory
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
Another test there ain't no choice for me
To find the peace I seek there's no relief
Too much pressure I need therapy
For all my pain and anxiety
Too blind to look in the mirror
When I get up i tell myself I'm not awake
Cause I'm sedated everyday
Can see myself in the grave
Flowers growing above
But there's no meaning it all
Just rotting bones in the ground
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
I feel the fire my desire gotta know it is too late
There is nothing but a heartache and I count these wasted days
I try to swim but I keep sinking down
I want to live but feel to weak because I keep bleeding out
Lost my will lost my power
Lost my soul to this drought
A living corpse in its grave
And flowers fading above
Credits
Writer(s): Juliano Salvatore Zaca, Luigi Zaca, Kamogelo Mabote, Jan Hendrik Steenkamp, Kgothatso Mohlaka
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