Song | So Long Sentiment |
Artist | Celldweller |
Album | Wish Upon a Blackstar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Under this crushing weight I'm sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms decaying | |
Alone to face the rest of me | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn't matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Inhaling all these memories | |
Like a breath of fire sent from hell | |
Lead in my gut, not in my spine | |
I feel distracted all the time | |
Well lucky me, I'm finally all alone | |
I'll miss you | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn't matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Fixated on these memories | |
Like a prisoner inside a cell | |
With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it | |
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it | |
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it | |
I've tried to push it away but I always give into it | |
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it | |
And washes this all away | |
Under this crushing weight I'm sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms are saying | |
“Time to erase the rest of me” |
Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms decaying | |
Alone to face the rest of me | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn' t matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Inhaling all these memories | |
Like a breath of fire sent from hell | |
Lead in my gut, not in my spine | |
I feel distracted all the time | |
Well lucky me, I' m finally all alone | |
I' ll miss you | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn' t matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Fixated on these memories | |
Like a prisoner inside a cell | |
With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it | |
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it | |
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it | |
I' ve tried to push it away but I always give into it | |
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it | |
And washes this all away | |
Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms are saying | |
" Time to erase the rest of me" |
Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms decaying | |
Alone to face the rest of me | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn' t matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Inhaling all these memories | |
Like a breath of fire sent from hell | |
Lead in my gut, not in my spine | |
I feel distracted all the time | |
Well lucky me, I' m finally all alone | |
I' ll miss you | |
So long sentiment | |
It doesn' t matter now | |
What the hell is wrong with me? | |
Why am I torturing myself? | |
Fixated on these memories | |
Like a prisoner inside a cell | |
With nothing useful to say and no one to listen to it | |
Filling the deep with the pain, I slowly sink into it | |
Consider questionable things to try to get me through it | |
I' ve tried to push it away but I always give into it | |
Long for the taste of the rain that finally helps subdue it | |
And washes this all away | |
Under this crushing weight I' m sinking | |
It never goes away, the thinking | |
Echoes in empty rooms are saying | |
" Time to erase the rest of me" |