Dead Blue Sky - Reduced To A Whisper | Текст песни

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• Dead Blue Sky
• Reduced To A Whisper

To breath without care
to think and not see.
The tears will dry on my face
and my heart will cease to beat.

A thread of hope
consumes my thoughts
stringing me along, but.
Shredding my dreams.

My Heart will bleed.
My eyes shall bun.
Continuing to believe
in this existence.

The thinner the thread
the longer i've bled and the more
I'm soaked in the blood
the stronger my tears become.

An obstruction of my eyes caves my insides.
I cup my hands and i cherish the past.

I can cling to a memory.
In my thought i can still touch you...