A poor performance out in the vestibule To a closed casket down the center of the New Year's Day parade A poorly attended convention To a spate of legionnaires Packed into the passages Ventilator You owe me your life Each breath was mine to deny But you hold the lever Gatekeeper You owe me access You owe me a final breath Ignite the bottom floor Xylene skin Charring every choice But to start once again Of all the places to pick your battles None were warm Nothing freed is ever subtle Long ignored A description to save all the suitors' time To reconcile a once-disgraced anemic bloodline Elimate Elimate Deaf to the pitter-patter Primed for vacancy Room for thunder Blind at the top of a ladder Primed for atrocity Room for flame Drawl it out for days Drag it out of me An ellipted deliverance gone by To the moment the moth swam it's last race through the sunrise No concern will make the tables turn Contractions only known to nurse Ventilator You owe me your life Each breath was mine to deny But you hold the lever Gatekeeper You owe me access You owe me a final breath To squeeze It out of me FinallyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
