Such Gold - Faced | Текст песни

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• Such Gold
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This just started
I'm loathing it
This feeling has left me dry, cracked, peeling like arctic winds
Face your inner self until it ends

So violate me all this waiting
So fucking high on paint we can not paint things
Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air

It just started
I'm losing it
This feeling has left me dull, downtrodden, and sluggish
To face your inner self until it ends

So violate me all this waiting
So fucking high on paint we can not paint things
Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air

Pardon the lack of company when scenes switch at the flick of a wrist
It don't feel so good to be dismissed over and over again