Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
To be honest
I think I've lost
Half my mind
Is there anyone in here
To restore my
Faith inside
My batteries have died
The light has said goodbye
I was glowing in the dark
And I'm broken into shards
I'm losing half my mind
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Pins drop
In the catacombs and I
Seek help
Can they guide me with light
Hide out
From the entities so we
Keep on sneaking through
To get by
When rubble up top
Falls
I'm running it's non stop
Then grumble his eyes lock
It's a tick from a time bomb
And I'm
Opening doors and I keep on
Hoping there's more to this
Cause I'm over these corridors
And this mine is the worst floor
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
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Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
To be honest
I think I've lost
Half my mind
Is there anyone in here
To restore my
Faith inside
My batteries have died
The light has said goodbye
I was glowing in the dark
And I'm broken into shards
I'm losing half my mind
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Pins drop
In the catacombs and I
Seek help
Can they guide me with light
Hide out
From the entities so we
Keep on sneaking through
To get by
When rubble up top
Falls
I'm running it's non stop
Then grumble his eyes lock
It's a tick from a time bomb
And I'm
Opening doors and I keep on
Hoping there's more to this
Cause I'm over these corridors
And this mine is the worst floor
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
To be honest
I think I've lost
Half my mind
Is there anyone in here
To restore my
Faith inside
My batteries have died
The light has said goodbye
I was glowing in the dark
And I'm broken into shards
I'm losing half my mind
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Pins drop
In the catacombs and I
Seek help
Can they guide me with light
Hide out
From the entities so we
Keep on sneaking through
To get by
When rubble up top
Falls
I'm running it's non stop
Then grumble his eyes lock
It's a tick from a time bomb
And I'm
Opening doors and I keep on
Hoping there's more to this
Cause I'm over these corridors
And this mine is the worst floor
My bruises they feed on my
Memories
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
And my
Bruises they see through my
Enemies
I'm not the one who you
Want in the ring
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Stuck in the back of my mind
Lost in the darkest of times
It's a sign
I'm not leaving
The mines
Run from the worst of their kind
I'm sick from the ones I might find
It's a kind of
Disaster
The mines are
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Falling through the floor
Falling through the floor
Opening these doors
Opening these doors
Writer: Russell McKamey
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC