Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dying , by - Boys Night Out. Song from the album Trainwreck, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 25.07.2005
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dying , by - Boys Night Out. Song from the album Trainwreck, in the genre АльтернативаDying | 
| Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such | 
| grotesque complexity that you’d kill to be dreaming. | 
| Your body’s been dying, while your mind has been trying | 
| to make you picture a life where you’d kill for your | 
| lover and a song in your head. | 
| The deaths of countless | 
| others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony. | 
| That’s where you’ll find me. | 
| something awful has happened here. | 
| this is, | 
| this is so much worse than i ever could have imagined | 
| i knew it all along that this man should not have been released | 
| god, what’s happened here, he’s completely torn his entire apartment apart | 
| the smell is overpowering, a pungent odor, | 
| like rotten food or i don’t know, possibly something worse | 
| but there’s something else that’s almost overpowering | 
| i think its a woman’s perfume, oh no.no. | 
| i found the patient he’s lying on the floor in the center of the living room | 
| completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn’t eaten anything | 
| at all for weeks | 
| the infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain | 
| there’s bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck | 
| there’s empty bottles everywhere, of alcohol and medication | 
| my god this smell is sickening | 
| there’s blood coming out of his mouth nose ears | 
| he’s not dead yet, but he’s close | 
| i failed, this is my fault | 
| and somehow, he’s smiling at me, i think he’s whispering something, | 
| no, not just whispering, i think he’s singing… | 
| Now, place your ear to my lips. | 
| Trace these notes with your fingertips. | 
| They dance alone on my last breath. | 
| This is the end. | 
| This is death. | 
| the lines i wear around my wrist are there to prove that i exist | 
| (someone call an ambulance, because something’s not right) | 
| (the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything) | 
| we were inseparable | 
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