Letras
Questions to answers that cling to the lip
Blood on the surface, like a taste of the end
You'd like to feed the flame in my eyes
My cinder
Like steam against the rain when you spill over
Sick like the sun is dead and the sky is caving in
Dig like I'm not afraid that the light is fading
Peeling the layers, I can't stop the spread
Reeling me into and straight through my head
Dancing flame, you're killing me
You'd like to feed the flame in my eyes
My cinder
Pray I don't rinse away when you spill over
And over
Sick like the sun is dead and the sky is caving in
Dig like I'm not afraid that the light is fading
I'm fading