Letras
The goal is a bond.
Above so below.
Attachments are binding.
The tragedy is learning.
The long knife is glittering.
The lilac gray are kissed by rain.
I WILL FIX ME....
We will close our eyes.
Assume again a flame!
(ENDURE THE PAIN)
What have we become?
Cross-hatched waves and film-like.
And it's a PROCESS.
As above, so below!
And it's a PROCESS.
Amputate and Cope....
Watch me sink to new lows.
TEETH stained from the Skoal.
Heart valves as black as ink.
Exercising my ghosts.
The long knife is glittering.
The lilac gray are kissed by rain.
I WILL FIX ME....
We will close our eyes.
Assume again a flame!
(ENDURE THE PAIN)
What have we become?
Cross-hatched waves and film-like.
Extensive damage.
For a moment I was weak.
Almost at rest, feathers folded down.
(Glory to the cold)
Now I go for the throat when all systems are go.
(Glory to the cold)
A GOAL! A BOND!
(Stuck in my nostrils)
I'm feeling the scars.
(The overhanging branches)
A GOAL! A BOND!
(RESURRECTION)
Absorbing the scars.
And pass into legend.
I WILL FIX ME....
We will close our eyes.
Assume again a flame!
(ENDURE THE PAIN)
What have we become?
Cross-hatched waves and film-like.
I WILL FIX ME....
We will close our eyes.
Assume again a flame!
(ENDURE THE PAIN)
What have we become?
Cross-hatched waves and film-like.