Borscht - Slow Death Lyrics

Slow death quickens it pace
I am
Face to face with it now
There's no turning back
Go catch the sun, before it burns out
The sparks that lit me up
Now blind me and turns me
Away from the storytelling
I'm begging you
Be nicer
Take better care of them
Take better care of us
Slow death quickens its pace
Pulling the plugs and
Shaking the carpets out
Thank you
Cause I couldn't do it
All myself
The sparks that lit me up
Now blind me and turns me
Away from the storytelling
I'm begging you
Please be nicer
Take better care of them
Take better care of us
Take better care of him
Take better care of her
Take better care of them
Take better care of us
Take better care of him
Take better care of her
Slow death
Slow death