Yesterday I loathe myself with such an awful feeling
I caught up my hands, caused my deeds to disappear
And what I, thought I ripped, hurts more than it ever did
Ohh these phantom pains are so glossed pa**ed
Things I used to, want that, did not last
No chance I could try to ease the pain
All it, left me, with is, phantom pain
Fingers are like jealousy, they scratch and pull a kneed
Hands could never listen, they do not reflect nor hear
And these pains, that I feel, are for things that are not real
Ohh these phantom pains are so glossed pa**ed
Things I used to, want that, did not last
No chance I could try to ease the pain
All it, left me, with is, phantom pain
Ohh these phantom pains are so glossed pa**ed
Things I used to, want that, did not last
No chance I could try to ease the pain
All it, left me, with is, phantom pain