In this dark-eyed room, now spent mind Too little time time You wake up, hours loom It comes to you too too The staff went through the power lines The power lines
Some more time, is little The life, the scroll has killed them If you cross the line, forever asking why
Shiver only witnesses, with every move Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint Last morning never comes for holding to Too soon for you too
Some more time, is little The life, the scroll has killed them If you cross the line, forever asking why
If there's a time close to you die I will be plesead to meet you to see you If you'll be going ice