Emmure – Informal Butterflies


It’s all in my head
I know it isn’t real, but I can’t help it
Bullet in my temple will fix
All my problems, cure my illness
You are all so perfect
I wish I was like you, but I’m worthless
Follow me I’ll take you under
Cripple you of joy and slumber

Wake me, up I’m dead
End me and the nightmare’s over
Wake me up, I’m dead
End me and the nightmare’s over
Wake me up, I’m dead
End me and the nightmare’s over
Wake me up, I’m dead
End me and the nightmare’s over


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