Inanimate lyrics
by Novelists FR
I might be reborn or it might burn my skin
I just don't care, at least I'll finally feel something
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll
Stab it, stab it, stab it
Listen the sound that comes
From this f*cking empty wreck;
From this carbonized heart
I'm this disheartened man
Who knows that he might end burnt-out