Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Inside, artist - Memphis May Fire.
Date of issue: 12.07.2021
Song language: English
Death Inside |
My mind is racing, everything’s changing |
All these voices telling me that I should embrace it |
Never seen its eyes, I don’t think I could face it |
Oh, it’s getting closer now |
I can’t fake it, I feel what I’ve wasted |
Days gone by like erasing the pages |
Pain so real that I think I can taste it |
It’s getting, it’s getting closer now |
I see the hourglass |
Flipped upside down |
Tell me what is the meaning |
If I’m barely breathing when the clock runs out? |
(I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath |
(But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me |
Will I give up and never reach the end? |
Get lost inside of my own head |
My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me |
My heart is pounding, fear is surrounding |
Don’t wanna take for granted everyone that’s around me |
But if I let 'em in, is it my fault when they drown me? |
Oh, I see the end in sight |
I need grounding, a break the doubting |
'Cause I can’t help but think they might be better without me |
I wonder when I’m gone what they’ll be saying about me |
I see it, I see the end in sight |
And there’s the hourglass |
Flipped upside down (down) |
Tell me what is the meaning |
If I’m barely breathing when the clock runs out? |
(I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath |
(But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me |
Will I give up and never reach the end? |
Get lost inside of my own head |
My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me |
Six feet deep in our backward thoughts |
'Cause we’ve got no shame when the reaper talks, go |
When the reaper talks |
I can’t deny that this is death inside of me |
(I fight) I fight the feeling that’s been growing underneath |
(But I can’t) I can’t deny that this is death inside of me |
Will I give up and never reach the end? |
Get lost inside of my own head |
My demons feed on what is yet to be, death inside of me |