Nested in the spire Fever-twisted by the grift Cold and sick Broken Hearted
As dawn draws near You'll breathe false air In flesh I appear Hollow Not here
The light leads down, it's a long way down At the bottom without a flame The ache bleeds out, now a husk of the self Alone and without a name
Do you feel empty in the dead of the night? Or immune? Do the garish city lights burn brightly for you?
To be abhorred for the truth And loathed for a lie Someone will do God willing
By sheer will I'll have my fill She calls out still Longing
I'll watch you change Shed your skin and I'll not turn away Till it's OverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
