(К восхитительной манге Дневной Звездопад. Единственной сёдзе, что смогла меня зацепить. И кажется к душераздирающим событиям 7го тома...)
She crawls out of the wreckage that they call life He’s crashed out of the carnage into the knife Everywhere we hold onto whatever makes strong When all it ever will come down to is us
Are we parallels or paralysed? Hard to tell deep inside Through the tears, in the cries As it all falls down
Their eyes stare at the future with no bonds tied Our fears stay in the present when words aid liars Generations undo everything we go through All it ever will come down to is us
Are we parallels or paralysed? Hard to tell deep inside Through the tears, in the cries As it all falls down
Are we parallels, paralysed? Hard to tell deep inside Through the tears, in the cries As it all falls down