There is red in the white, laze of the iron head Filled with malfunction, meaning glossed over and worn Equilibrium fault and I slip again Dissolving explanations never meant anything anyway
You can't hear me It echoes in the fragments, vault of riven bone You can't hear me, but maybe thats for the best As breaking shoulders fold into this caverned chest
Seeping words drip through the cracking earth Cram them in the brittle stone Body of a sinking cage Impulse degenerates, fingers fade and blur the line
Neon trails of the meaningless loss defined Nails broken and splintered from clawing at gates of time I no longer understand what it means to be alive I no longer understand Grief fills these cyclothymic depths and stills these rusting lungs Swallowed by the shame and sorrow of what I have become Fleeting moments of electric transparency Lost in the labyrinth internal, they mean nothing to me They mean nothing to me NothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
