Letras
Think, think thinking my life away
This glitching, daisy chain state of mind
Could never bind or mend these severed lines
That barely hold these wretched stitches together
Oh, my soul begins to tire
From finding flaws in our design
Finding flaws in our design
From finding flaws in our design
Finding flaws in our design
Take, take, take, I've got it all to give
Chip, chip away at my walls until they cave in
Then dig a little deeper
And take what you came here for
Dream, dream, dreaming my days away
Pails of pastel blue engulf my days
Splashing mundane shades and taunt the loose frays
Tirelessly tainting these heavy veils of grey with rigor
Oh, my soul begins to tire
From finding flaws in our design
Finding flaws in our design
From finding flaws in our design
Finding flaws in our design