Hollow, ever waiting Opaque voice of patterns gleaming from the light of Far suns all long dead. Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?
Love is screaming inside of me A cauldron, the echo chamber of self This is not the first time I've turned it into a weapon, love
Growing things can't know They're the perfect lies as they are fed sunlight Bleeding things can't know They are free as they always wash their feet of footprints, So human
We are
Hollow, ever waiting Opaque voice of patterns gleaming from the light of Far suns all long dead Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?
Love is screaming inside of me (scream into you) A dark that can only be found in the aftermath of something so true
Wake spring in Death's hands to rise from grey Look into my eyes and you'll see
Your young self dreaming of just you Hush dear, let it all go
We are
All of breath
Hollow, ever waiting Opaque voice of patterns gleaming from the light of Far suns all long dead. Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
