a cold so thick that the static arouse
don't ever believe the good news
it's a trap
the blade you use was once mine only fitting to be betrayed and stab in the back by you with it
these eyes tire of looking forward only to see the past i feel stuck
with a file within this form is there anything worth recalling at this moment the only thing i think isn't really clear
but slightly hazing like the drifting smoke of a house fire in the middle of the night with the
so i wish i was the greatest of all time but i am shit out of luck
is there anything anything i am sorry i missed the birthdays and this exile loses me every so often
it's a trap
the blade you use was once mine only fitting to be betrayed and stab in the back by you with it
these eyes tire of looking forward only to see the past i feel stuck
with a file within this form is there anything worth recalling at this moment the only thing i think isn't really clear
but slightly hazing like the drifting smoke of a house fire in the middle of the night with the
so i wish i was the greatest of all time but i am shit out of luck
is there anything anything i am sorry i missed the birthdays and this exile loses me every so often