my thoughts take shape in pictures, it comes easy
this is not an answer, when i'm frightened
holding to myself and no one can touch me
my fury comes out in colors, it seems twisted
storming left of heaven, in my nightmares
this is not an answer, when i'm frightened
holding to myself and no one can touch me
my fury comes out in colors, it seems twisted
storming left of heaven, in my nightmares