Lost in transition Transient ambience transforms amorphous Light beams for malicious energy transferal
I’m not giving up hope Sometimes it’s easier to choke Climb my bones and I know we’ll clear the smoke
Four lines mark my weakness My sickness that won’t heal It takes me, and breaks me, and holds me down Find me face down in the ground These wounds seem to heal Cascading through endless wheels Falling through my head, alone in the dark A chance exchange of pain to bring my hands back to my reins
I’m not giving up hope Sometimes it’s easier to choke Climb my bones and I know we’ll clear the smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
