Angels Clawing At My Feet
These sleeves, they hide it.
This smile? Yeah, it's fake.
These words? They compose lies.
That passion, you should know, it's all a hoax.
Do you believe me? Well, you should.
Do you trust me?
Why should I trust you?
I have a secret, and not a soul knows it.
Each day I come closer to my breaking point.
Every night when I lie down to sleep,
the angels claw at my feet.
Not a second I risk to doze.
The days get longer,
and my tolerence gets shorter.
Not a day goes by,
until a thousand things go wrong.
There's never a night I sleep,
without a nightmare behind these eyes,
and angels clawing at my feet.
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