They do look like the real dead I was trying to keep away. They dance and whisper in your head surrounding your brain. The only way to stop it now is to look through the glass, so he wants to lie in ground to make everyone think twice. Decomposition of your mind means nothing if it‘s denied. Just because you‘re kind, it doesn't mean that your're right. Breathing with the smoke of trouble is addiction to being young. Other world made of marble is approaching to your mind.
You're gonna say that you see the light You wanna see the light You paint yourself white, your other side is right... I wanna be myself I wanna be her wall
The eyes are tired and red, begging for the help You hear it out of your head: “You're falling!.. Down...“
You're gonna say that you see the light You wanna see the light You paint yourself white, your other side is right... I wanna be myself I wanna be her wall