Withering under words you taught me:
Comfort in the great machine.
I'm not what you are.
Wandering from the path you led you me,
The shadows are shattering.
I'm not what you are, Ennoea.
Comfort in the great machine.
I'm not what you are.
Wandering from the path you led you me,
The shadows are shattering.
I'm not what you are, Ennoea.