Too late
What am i gonna do? 
Just falling falling falling into darkness
Too late
Nobody’s awake
I’m falling falling falling

My heart [bad word] piece of mud
I need [bad word] But stuck in one
That slows me down
Infects my brain
Should stop right now
It slows me down

crack in the pattern

Too deep
I’m falling falling falling

I look outside
There is war, grief and hunger
You look so cold
Blood is flowing from your fragile veins
I look outside
There is rain, storm and thunder
You look so warm
I am dreaming or am I awake?

If you want it bad enough
I’ll find a way
If you wanna loose control
Just let me stay

I can’t explain 
My head in chains
No fear no pain
That voice remains
 [bad word] /mr-morse [bad word] album/morsephosis