Portraits Of Past - The Song With The Slow Part текст песни

This is useless.
I'm wasting my time.
I'm wasting myself.
I won't bleed for nothing,
because to me this is something.
I won't turn myself inside out for your pleasure.
And I don't want this just to be background noise.
This is something.
This is what runs in my veins.
I put a lot into this.
I get a lot out.
Out of myself – out of what I do.
I live for this.