Upper Way Testo

nailed to the cross, screaming the lawpain makes believe, makes pictures be drawnin my eyes of the trader, borderednaked aggression, muted, you will follow thereCHORUSoh i cannot follow me to myselfthough now it is time to drop off the leashthe upper way i go, and it's cold on a winter's dayon and on againtold it to drown, head into seasfantasy hurts, no one guiltythe fate and the friend besidewith their numb empty handsdon't you have a part to lose?silent the scream for those who are knowni can't believe so i will be drawninto these pictures where i won't be alonemutedy ou will follow there