Pressure rising, seeking its grace. Elliptical, eggshell, numbered. So eternal, no sight beyond. Will this give me any peace?
Just swallow and take what it has to give.
Tear the skin away from the bone. Will I finally be able to detach? Where does my body and flesh end? And where does the mind begin? Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will? Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself close enough.
In these endless halls of fury, only the white doorways exit. Rhythmic throbbing in my vision, I can hear the mal motif.
The cold liquid guides it on its path.
Tear the skin away from the bone. Will I finally be able to detach? Where does my body and flesh end? And where does the mind begin? Can I have any say in this, or must I submit I will? Just reach on in and take one more, the end will make itself close enough.
Away. Away we fly to the sky, with your sole hand in mine.
Will you take me all the way? Or will I just drop to the ground, a million miles from decay?
In a haze of confusion and denial, I will make myself reborn. One more swallow and my body will be torn, and my spirit will fly free.
So I flee towards the light that carries me. Towards the light that carries me. Towards the light that carries me. Towards the light that carries me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
