Nerve Damage Songtext
von Mortality Rate

I′m not sure what's worse
Being scared or feeling like this
Panic or emptiness
The places I go to write this all down
places that I wish to never be found
A cave in my ribs
I wear myself thin locked in the closet with my skeletons
Only I can see the blood on my hands


Weaving my nerves into a nest in my thoughts
all these words are tied in a knot in my gut
And it′s starting to rot
These episodes are growing old
just like my cracking bones
My nerves are torn and frayed
please say that this is just a phase

I'm not sure what's worse
Being scared or feeling like this
Panic
Panic

Only I can see the blood on my hands
Only I can see the blood on my hands