Misanthropes - Island
Pale blue eyes that look upon meA sunken soul that belongs to the sea
A heavy heart made of sand
Your cold cracked and calloused hand
Your name in my head fades away
My mind shrinks a little every day
And though you may mark me as dead
I need my name to stick in your head
I'm hurting inside and I need your help
I'm trapped on an island, a prison in hell
Can't you hear me, I'm rattling my cage
They toss my key and bruise my face
The grinding pain eats my chest
On this rock, I cannot rest
And though you may mark me as dead
I need my name to stick in your head
I'm hurting inside and I need your help
I'm trapped on an island, a prison in hell
They tie my hands and spoon my eyes
They lock me in and feed me lies
Written by:
Magnus Frable
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