Letras
A vision cyst
Clean up the cataracts
A circular path
Our bind underpinned the ground ahead
And you'll be blamed
For your age
With weighted shoes
You'll feel the rings
On a lesser team
You'll return to spread your wings
Without the iron in place
You can dig your own place to hide
And you'll be blamed
For your age
With weighted shoes
You'll feel the rings
Someone always gets away
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
Part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
The future is gone and part of me died
Part of me died