K.I.A. (Pk Mix)
And perhaps rebuild those severed ties; when I felt you destroyed everything I knew I felt myself ever so slowly becoming you.
Where has my heart gone and where has my faith gone? And why am I still here, hating every breath you take,
every step you take and every move you make? And just wishing that you'd take your fucking last breath toward expiration;
I can't make myself out in the fog, you are the swamp, you are the sand beneath my feet pulling me down.
I have no face for your name, your roots never went any further down; I felt them writhe in the cellars of my mind, rotted through right where they they fell, yet here I am.
The wasted pulp of what you are. But at least if I fall I can say we failed together, sure to be the only thing we ever shared 'cause you were never there; and I'm yet to feel like I'm even here.
If I sink into the swamp that is misery, at least I know you'll drown with me as well.
And perhaps rebuild those severed ties; when I felt you destroyed everything I knew I felt myself ever so slowly becoming you.
Where has my heart gone and where has my faith gone? And why am I still here, hating every breath you take,
