My Sorrow (Mono Inc.)

No lacrymose departure No innovative scene I’m cutting all my strings to be Slumbering and free No hidden hands to catch me No tunnel For no light I’m saving all my hate for those Who burried me alive Nothing to do Nothing to say as I am so tired Nothing to do Not where I’m gone to With a little fire in my eyes With a little truth in my lies with a little red in my skies I’m bleeding out my sorrow With a little spike in my brain With a little love in my pain For a little you in my veins I’m bleeding out my sorrow No movement on the stretcher No letter at your feet Ani’t leaving my ideas and all My tortures on the street No sad romantic windup I’m certain bout the score So save the unreal mourning rain Can’t touch me anymore Nothing to do Nothing to say as I am so tired Nothing to do Not where I’m gone to With a little fire in my eyes With a little truth in my lies with a little red in my skies I’m bleeding out my sorrow With a little spike in my brain With a little love in my pain For a little you in my veins I’m bleeding out my sorrow