Lyrics




Hammering bones, bloodshed eyes
Restless thoughts, sleepless nights
Out of reach, out of mind
Restoration, medication time
This is the confession of a man who went rich
I can't complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I'm way beyond your reach
This comes from a man who is about to pass out
I can't let loose out
This all's lost, it will never once again be found
And there are no rebounds in the final round
Push, push, push, push, pushing
Stretch a little more, faster than before
Gotta reach and call, gotta climb the wall
That magic hole, still missed it all
This is the confession of a man who went rich
I can't complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I'm way beyond your reach
This comes from a man who is about to pass out
I can't let loose out
This all's lost, it will never once again be found
All these creepy smiles
Glancing down the aisle
All God's gracious gifts deprived
All these creepy smiles
Glancing down the aisle
All God's gracious gifts deprived



Writer(s): Rune Pedersen, Esben Slot Soerensen, Michael (dk 3) Soerensen, Jacob Bredahl, Knud Lind Therkildsen Copyright: Prophecies Publishing Markus Staiger, Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh & Co Kg



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