in our save conclusions,
we hide all night,
black rain connects our features and kills the light.
cut through the flash clouds, heads gone.
we'll paint stones open your mouth and he fed.
remains of the dead, this growth tends to start where it ends with ideas of songforms and freedom we bend
we hide all night,
black rain connects our features and kills the light.
cut through the flash clouds, heads gone.
we'll paint stones open your mouth and he fed.
remains of the dead, this growth tends to start where it ends with ideas of songforms and freedom we bend