Artista: Textures
  Canción: Swandive

Perhaps another day is what it needs to regenerate. 
Twisted mind broken down, can’t tell a heart what it should feel . 
Keep the agony locked inside. 
Have faith to hang on strong . 
My mind doesn’t trust mechanics. 
Every part of me was fitted wrong. 

Nothing that was ever built. 
Troubled minds aren’t meant to last. 
A downfall of my sane thoughts. 
Only anger had survived . 

So much fury locked away. 

The biggest part of me was only about you. 
Unable to fix or fill this hole, user’s manual has been erased . 

A spare part I had forgotten. 
So much fury I locked away . 
This mechanic couldn’t handle all this hatred in one place . 

Pilot on automatic. 
Nothing worse than a blind man’s walk. 
A constant painflow, 
Severed head from heart. 

Here is where the banished dwell, lying broken in the dust. 
No tool known to man to fix the way I feel. 

Image imprint reflects: stained steel waterfall. 
They can't reach me. No salvation! 
No hope left, for the answer I found denying takes me one step closer, 
sending this body down to earth . 
Hit the concrete. Facing concrete. 
Swandive from above. 
The biggest part of me lying scattered on the asphalt. 
No one I ever told. 
From heaven I descend... 

So much fury, locked away. 
Fix the way i feel stronger.