Still searching for
For a feeling, let me feel some more
I want to go back without a rope around my neck
Innocence written with hands washed in sin
So I crumble inside, make it numb, let the misery begin
Hands washed in sin
So tell me that it changes with time
But this throbbing in my head is still by my side
Hunted by the clouds
In the back of my mind
You barely can see
I‘m not half the man I use to be
Instead to make it
I choose to break it
Still searching for
For a feeling, let me feel some
But this throbbing in my head
Won’t let me go back