Faces of the likely imagined childhood Carousel around her carousel to pieces, pieces This white knuckle bound dream is Screamed to halt so suddenly In hunt for closure we ride, day and night She's panting the rapture One stroke to define everything In feverish color she constructs her multiverse Manic ties to lead this multiplicity in stride An error of a lifetime she let herself go This light will always remain the same to us, to everything I haven't the faintest of ideas Of how to stop myself You've got to recede back to the skies of life And waterless lungs The siren is calling you to your death Thankfully her lover for the ocean Keeps her in place I've only got one last piece of work in line to, To usher in the new era Shew offer to redefine your color, your pride, Your everything Its already to late for those men they'll forever be fucked She's the kind of blade you didn't know existed You've already bled out to her before you even met This monopoly is held and she's in league with nature The unfolding of her spectrum has thoughts for us.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
