World War Four - Wither lyrics

Weak and feeble, gaunt and drawn Pins and needles, crown of thorns Bring me not your cup of pain bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep In my veins the pain runs deep And I creep I crawl, I seethe and I crave I wither, I waste, alone I rage Bring me not your cup of pain bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep In my veins the pain runs deep And I wither Bring me not your cup of pain bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep In my hands the pain runs deep