The less we weave the more we can see Deep in the this altitude of pain
Corrupting the senses that spark this razor in mine heart Waves of nausea that kiss my flesh when you held thee deep Wondrous flight of intoxicated suicidal play Your tears of acid burn deep this street I walk into the night
Look at me what have I become A figment of loss caught in your tracks of decaying memory The less we weave the more we can see Deep in the this altitude of pain
Beneath the skin we are no more Left to feel the death of love
Terrified devotion to unspoken truth of enlightenment Licking your flesh with a tongue of lies and granite surface Spitting the words of passion into the well of tears Sordid reverence found in the kiss of nostalgia
Aim to the sky and bleed me dry Cold and lifeless with a teeth less grin of merriment
Look at me what have I become A figment of loss caught in your tracks of decaying memory The less we weave the more we can see Deep in the this altitude of painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
