Protolith - Reprise | Текст песни

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• Protolith
• Reprise

Conscious bleeding, lying, crying for relief
I was lost that day you opened
Your warmth, a home, a blind escape
False discretion, I've seen this place before
An accessible amenity of sorts
Sought not for personal gain
Nor products of strained progression
But every time I'll play the swine
And bank all I have to test the lie
When time is subjected pain
Lost to hope of an old confession
With bloodied strings on hearts divine
All known before this curt reprise