paroles de chanson Final Shape - Chamber

Grind me down to dust inside of your head
Find my final shape underneath your skin

A mass forms inside of your head
And underneath your skin
My hate will burn inside your veins
Spreading throughout your being

I saw you burning; consumed by doubt
A hell of your invention where you belong.
I scarred myself trying to help
Begging, pleading for you to come back to yourself.

Count your breaths as precious gifts
As you waste the time you have left
I take my shape under your skin
Scratch at your flesh as I dig my way in

Day by day your spirit grows weaker, your being fades