Текст песни Different Ways Of Decay

I think I'm rotting on the inside.

way down deep inside my soul...

I've built this little coffin that I live in every day.

I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play.

I've got my knife right by my side.

I keep it warm, I hold the blade.

I want to keep watch, keep hold...Crisis - Different Ways Of Decay - http://ru.motolyrics.com/crisis/different-ways-of-decay-lyrics.html

for when they come to take my soul away.

I've got this fear living inside me.

it keeps me crippled and cold.

like a child I lie frozen.

I hope these arms won't reach out and take hold.

there's blood on my face it keeps me warm at night...