Selling Out - Tristania

Written by：Einar Moen Anders Hoyvik Hidle

Am I alive

Feels like dying

Down down

Fists are striking me

It gets so dark

Or are my eyes blinded

Down down

Boots are kicking me

The coward the sinner the thief

The liar the misfit the creep

I'm running out of

Steps to walk

Of air to breathe

And words to talk

I'm running out of

Noise to make

Of jokes to tell

And hearts to break

For days burned and frozen lies

The years that passed me by

The child in me just died

The scars in me will never heal

An overdose of nothingness

My visions are for sale

I'm selling out

I'm selling out

An overdose of nothingness

An overdose of nothingness

I am alive

But always falling

Down down

I hear voices calling me

The coward the sinner the thief

I am alive

Kind of wasted

Down down

Hands are reaching me

The coward the sinner the thief

The liar the misfit the creep

I'm running out of

Dreams to dream

Of tears to spend

And screams to scream

I'm running out of life again

Smothering

Turning into dust

For days burned and frozen lies

The years that passed me by

The child in me just died

The scars in me will never heal

An overdose of nothingness

My visions are for sale

I'm selling out

I'm selling out

An overdose of nothingness

An overdose of nothingness