Held up here, it's a silent fearAnd

Held up here, it's a silent fear
And this space don't take my mind
A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake
That I'm clothed in

I can't see when I'm filled with sleep
It's a golden dream of mine
But when I rise with my morning eyes
It's all spoken

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole
Taste the feeling of a fever soul
All in all I need to get me through

I still stir, such a war of words
I'm a maker of my time
A feeble man with a broken plan
Oh I'm loathing

Make my bed on the great unsaid
And my meekness sends me low
I stood fair but you still weren't there
So you've chosen

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

Held up here, it's a Silent Fear
And do not take this Space My Mind
A Cloudy Wake, it's a Young Mistake
That I'm clothed in I Can not See when I'm filled with Sleep It's a Golden Dream of Mine But. when I rise with My Morning eyes It's all Spoken Wait, do not Drown it in the waterhole Taste the Feeling of a Soul Fever All in all I Need to Get Me Through I still stir, such a War of Words I'm a Maker. My time of Feeble A Broken Man with a Plan Oh I'm loathing Make My Bed on the Great Unsaid sends Me And My Meekness low I stood fair but still were not there You So You've Chosen.