Текст песни Rough Hands — Selfish Misery

You’re always late
To the line
Ive turned my back on this one last time
From everyone, from everything
My hands are shaking through my skin
My life was better read than lived
And so I walk alone in the valley of sin
One day I’ll forgive you for what you head done
But why hide when you can turn, and run

Selfish Misery
Combined to create all this reflectivity
I know by Wednesday this will not be me
Trying to fight it but it eats internally
A state of flux towards a
Selfish Misery
Combined to create all this reflectivity
I know by Wednesday this will not be me
Trying to fight it but it eats internally
A state of flux towards a selfish misery

This war inside my head
No sleep
Just thoughts of dread

If my mind changed
From this self destructive state that it hollows in
The daunting facts of this life lay in front of me
A barrier to defeat or left to be
Taking things as they come
Or settle down in this dump
This whole thing would be better read than lived
My minds the one who decides who wins

Born to sacrifice lead astray by my own vice
Fear walks right beside, substitute what isn’t right