In the darkness of my heart Such clawing, stabbing pulsing I cannot seem to cease
Such fragility, such beautiful shards of broken minds And through a thousand cuts, I willingly sink This emptiness has become my soulmate It looks up to me, the void looks up to me
I weep for days of colour All virtue is askew And nature grows old Through my veins All nature grows cold Through my veinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
