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Copyrights by 7th Day Davidian
music sascha wagner
lyrik Cameron Nusz
music sascha wagner
lyrik Cameron Nusz
Comfort
Exercising my right to be grotesque.
Circumcising, but cutting off my head.
All this lying, trying to believe myself.
Of all the things I’ve ever learned,
it’s how to hold my breath.
To hold my breath. To hold….
Erase the past- just lose it all!
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
A shallow fall- like breaking glass.
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
Outside you will be free to open up your wings.
To me, it’s a matter of comfort-baby.
Pouring, drowning, salty, gathered tears.
Screaming, shouting since my younger years.
Instigating problems I can start without your help.
Of all the ones I could have loved,
it had to be myself!!!
To love myself. Myself!
Erase the past- just lose it all!
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
A shallow fall- like breaking glass.
It’s a matter of comfort -baby.
Outside you will be free to open up your wings.
To me, it’s a matter of comfort -baby.
Exercising my right to be grotesque.
Circumcising, but cutting off my head.
All this lying, trying to believe myself.
Of all the things I’ve ever learned,
it’s how to hold my breath.
To hold my breath. To hold….
Erase the past- just lose it all!
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
A shallow fall- like breaking glass.
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
Outside you will be free to open up your wings.
To me, it’s a matter of comfort-baby.
Pouring, drowning, salty, gathered tears.
Screaming, shouting since my younger years.
Instigating problems I can start without your help.
Of all the ones I could have loved,
it had to be myself!!!
To love myself. Myself!
Erase the past- just lose it all!
It’s a matter of comfort- baby.
A shallow fall- like breaking glass.
It’s a matter of comfort -baby.
Outside you will be free to open up your wings.
To me, it’s a matter of comfort -baby.
