Текст песни Aesthetic Perfection - Living the wasted life

Is this what's left of me I sense a kiss it's coming on I sense the rift between us my fault I pray for something a quick demise substance to substitute a restless mind call the doctors call the gods you can't call anyone to save me now weak is the one who crawls lives life behind a wall the only question here is Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Is this what's left of me debilitated life look back and see nothing but my self wasted is this what's left of me what's left will be destroyed Is it ever ending my self-hatred Your own emotions can be your greatest enemy I am the cancer I am the cause I have the devil sitting on my left shoulder in this regression I'm looking for just some attention so don't keep me waiting without direction spread the fault searching for something just a little less caustic sirens that sing their song seems like for just too long I'll follow them and wonder Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel Why can't I ever feel I’m tired of living my life this way too fucked up to care anymore we've all got someone commiserating we just want to feel anything
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