The demon skin is covered in fine mist Opened his hand in my hand Holding my eyes to the future Hovering above myself Letting loose the guided Punching these holes in my head The space time paradigm
Omnipresence Primal instincts
Let it go
Calling reason Finding you These wild hearts run Even deeper Burning through These wild hearts run
Let it go
Letting me free the quintessence In fine mist Opened his hand in center Holding my eyes to the future Letting loose the guided Punching these holes in my head Losing my skin to the landslide
Omnipresence Primal instinct
Let it go
Calling reason Finding you These wild hearts run Even deeper Burning through These wild hearts run