Letras
You only outride the same outside
And be refused by entry, cut down high
You'll be beside yourself
And criminal elements dig the underground
That stalemate to thyself, the plane outside
Forego the frenzy now
It seems the edge is torn and cracked
Licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
In short, the ill will be in dream
And water flow that hole
That heats up in between us both
Scent of disseverence
The flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
They climb the sinking side
Indifferent elsewhere, hangs its hardened head above us on the edge