Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taphephobia, artist - Infected Rain. Album song Endorphin, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Taphephobia |
Walking through this alley unknown |
Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone |
My face scratched from poisonous branches |
My tired feet dragged me through puddles of leeches |
Emptiness and hopelessness |
Emptiness and hopelessness |
Emptiness and hopelessness embroidered in my skin |
A nebula of frustration spiraling around my head |
Oblivious to where I go or where I’ve been |
I can’t recall what brought me here |
And when the quiet around me is getting real loud |
I wonder, what is the sound of feeling? |
I want to touch the core but there’s nothing inside |
So what’s the poison that keeps me from leaving? |
The answer is dancing, is dancing on the tip of my tongue |
It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart |
There’s no more balance, no more use in the symmetry |
It’s cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery |
And when the quiet around me is getting real loud |
I wonder, what is the sound of feeling? |
I want to touch the core but there’s nothing inside |
So what’s the poison that keeps me from leaving? |
Walking through this alley unknown |
Alley of thorns and broken trees, alone |
My face scratched from poisonous branches |
My tired feet dragged me through puddles of leeches |
Numb to the world |
Numb to the world |
Numb to the world |
On my knees |
I can’t feel |
Numb to the world, I can’t feel pain or pleasure |
I’m worthless on my knees, embracing my failure |
With my fingertips I can feel the end of the rope |
It’s soaked in frustration and lack of hope |
My limbs are broken, my fever is high, so high |
My stolen dreams are melting in the night, in the night |
All that is left in this disordered mind |
Is rage, rage for the dying light |
Yeah, rage, rage for the dying light |
Rage |
The answer is dancing, is dancing on the tip of my tongue |
It penetrates my consciousness like a paralyzing dart |
No more use in the symmetry |
It’s cold and humid in this forgotten cemetery |