Hiding In The Cellar letra

Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape
From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain
Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate
Yourself

Dulling your own suffering gets harder by the day
All the bottles in the world won’t be enough to take away
That old longing for past glories you have fed and still sustain

You have fed and you still sustain
And you choose to inebriate yourself

No, no-one sees
Through your eyes
Through that mist
Of your own self-induced oblivion
Your numbing redemption

Every feeling triggers your desire to escape
You can’t stand the thought of going
Through yet another day
The bottom of a bottle is your only safe place

Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape
From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain
Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate
Yourself

It’s your only safe place
Yet you choose to inebriate yourself

No, no-one sees
Through your eyes
Through that mist
Of your own self-induced oblivion
Your numbing redemption

Primatron - Letras

• Adrift
• Hiding In The Cellar
• Locomotive
• Unrest
• Uses Of Time