//LYRICS//
They want me to talk, to let it out
But my lips are sealed, nothing comes out
They want me to get outside, to meet people
But it’s so cold and all I see is ghosts
They want me to eat, I know that they care
But everything tastes like paper
All I want is to lay down and sleep
But the nightmares wake me up again and again
I’ve done it to myself
I’ve seen it coming
Like flame to the flies
Couldn’t look away
This bag of nails
I swallowed whole
Pierces its way
Through my bowels
This bag of nails
Feeds on my sorrow
Tears through my flesh
And leaves me hollow
I could have dug a hole
Right here in the sand
But they would find me hiding
Anyway
This bag of nails
I swallowed whole
Pierces its way
Through my bowels
This bag of nails
Feeds on my sorrow
Tears through my flesh
And leaves me hollow
//CREDITS//
Starring : Patrice Mabire
Video production : Unité Douleur
Music and lyrics : Dino Van Bedt
Recording : JF Hamel (Room101)
Mix/Master : Jack Bowman (BAY Custom Studios)