Razor sharp I cut
The bull from my life
Too blunt your
I feel it slip
Slip away
From my hands
All the away
My heart
what makes you forget is the structureyou're in, all your
what makes you forget is the structureyou're in, all your
Now you see me getting better
I'm right here on display
And
[Sometimes words can not say what the heart feels. Music
The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I
Why did I ever think
life is about to go on
in
[instrumental]
Blaming global infection
for the illness in him
Little knowledge of the
Wandering
Walking
Drifting with the tide
Browsing
Searching
Finding our way thr
[piano version]
Strange vibe
circles round
Tries to comfort
buzzing sound
Form
The magical air evaporates
whenever we float down from
the big plateau
We
False eyes are staringdisrespectfully and untrueThe burden that we are
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