The five
Senses
Of
Depression
Profound
Feelings
And this fucking guilt
Just count me in
Deliver me from sin
Tucked in but I feel so cold
I've seen the reaper
Her name is joy
She's been giving me a sense of control
She grants my wishes: Let's me dissolve
Imagination is just within the grasp
Jactation remains from the past
Scars bleed
Why
Did they leave?
Just count me in
Deliver me from sin
Tucked in but I feel so cold
I've seen the reaper
Her name is joy
She's been giving me a sense of control
She grants my wishes, let's me dissolve
I've seen the reaper
Since I was a boy
I've seen the reaper
Her name is joy