THE BIRTH OF CATASTROPHE by WITH BROKEN WINGS And I've begun my misery. I celebrate my death annually And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper. (What is wrong with me) And I've begun my misery. I celebrate my death annually And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper As I slowly begin to walk towards it. And while walking towards it I trip and fall. I sit awake to prevent from falling And while lying awake I see a door being shut. I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath. And as I look over my lifeless body I think to myself. Is this how it ends? A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me. (the life that killed me) [ www.dailyrics.com ] THEBIRTHOFCATASTROPHE by WITHBROKENWINGS