I wrote these words in a constant pattern,
You're getting blind of my prose in lines,
You hook me up with weird illusions,
In my mind ephemeral as time,
I put one last eye on you,
The head explosion the bullet leaves you
in the dars unconscious on the line,
I am cought on the inside
I am cought on the inside
We sleep tight,
In rows of black and whites,
Unconscious on the line,
Floating with the sunrise,
Ephemeral as we go,
I'm tied
to the fades of blacks and whites,
The synergy inside,
The bones were too strong,
I fall back down on the inside
I am cought on the inside
Je ne vois pas les images
Je ne ressens plus le froid
Laissez moi dormir
Il ne reste que moi
Il ne reste que moi
Il ne reste que moi
You're getting blind of my prose in lines,
You hook me up with weird illusions,
In my mind ephemeral as time,
I put one last eye on you,
The head explosion the bullet leaves you
in the dars unconscious on the line,
I am cought on the inside
I am cought on the inside
We sleep tight,
In rows of black and whites,
Unconscious on the line,
Floating with the sunrise,
Ephemeral as we go,
I'm tied
to the fades of blacks and whites,
The synergy inside,
The bones were too strong,
I fall back down on the inside
I am cought on the inside
Je ne vois pas les images
Je ne ressens plus le froid
Laissez moi dormir
Il ne reste que moi
Il ne reste que moi
Il ne reste que moi