In sepia tone I rush through these closed doors Botching every attempt I make to keep wheezing Time gnawing at my ankles through the sinew With frantic eyes I pose a turbulent threat All at once you're spreading disease Infecting everyone that comes in contact I was sleeping before any of this even happened The ebb and flow has pasteurized this blood of mine Panic rushes through sentient thoughts of fight or flee I can offer no aid but the hand that strangled me My eyes lead me to possible escape Intercepted by a figure with a mirror head engaged Opening his mouth I came to hear him speak I see you have had an encounter with- It's tearing me to pieces Keep it togeth- The pressure is crushing me Don't stop breathing- Nerve endings are screaming There's no antidote for this ailment No end to potential perpetual chaos Your world of black and white has never seemed so small No end to potential perpetual chaos Quickly now we haven't time for utter mundane thought processTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
