A Liar Wrote This Symphony - Sleep Sequence | Текст песни

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• A Liar Wrote This Symphony
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You can pray.
It seems I’m losing my way.
I feel I’m falling apart at a seam with no start and hopes fading away.
Won’t be the last time.
You say…
Well, you say…
That I breath lies, I spit fire and ice to make up for the words I won’t say.
I’m living out of fear…

Run out of life…
You know I owe, I owe you more than some water, a touch or a sequence of lust, babe.
I owe a place to call home.
Cut and tie. I think I’ve lost some life.
I know I’ve fallen short, on a couch with some whore.
I think I’ve let you down, let that flag hit the ground…
Well, should I burn it now?!

Pray.
You should pray.
Don’t think it matters a bit who’s bed you were staining when I was away.
I’m tired, I think I’m sleeping.
Retired. It’s not worth keeping.
Yea…

Sleep silently.
Dream about nothing.