mist - pump كلمات الأغنية

my days have no sun
this picture tortures me
my nights have no relief
my blood has no taste

i corrupted my veins on insecticide
anch-r-d my sights, my mind, my breath

pump!
pump!

sweat, fear embraces me
“be afraid, my friend!” the tv says
my d-mnation

am i in the heaven or in the devil’s room?
i’m leaving the h-ll of angels now

the walls of confidence
falling down with my faith
a machine made me a loser
my fingers make me a loser

there is no table ready for my lunch
there is no roof

i simply can’t see what’s going on
reality slaps my face every time i try

stand up
i have no more will to keep my eyes opened
without my insecticide

run…
run…

“run, brother!”
i see the light calling me
for me, no hope and no peace

i cut my fingers off to get pure
and pray for not waking up tomorrow
another day without sun

pump my reality!
pump my reality!

pump!

- mist

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