Naima got on the train as any other day
Sat by the window and begged everyone would stay away
She quickly felt the tickling on her neck
She hankers to fracture the limbs of the common men
Something in her skin always felt sick when someone got closed
And if you talked to her uninvited she'll immediately choke
As the daughter of silence and void
This harmonious state-financed logorrhea would awaken her storm
Hey, mister wraith
The colors of your plan have gone stale
Maybe it's your age
Your heart has gotten weaker in its rage
But I cannot abandon the plan
I smell on your grin the defeat dressed as wisdom
Your words have gone stale, as well
I must kill you, sir
And then I'll kill them, sir
Sat by the window and begged everyone would stay away
She quickly felt the tickling on her neck
She hankers to fracture the limbs of the common men
Something in her skin always felt sick when someone got closed
And if you talked to her uninvited she'll immediately choke
As the daughter of silence and void
This harmonious state-financed logorrhea would awaken her storm
Hey, mister wraith
The colors of your plan have gone stale
Maybe it's your age
Your heart has gotten weaker in its rage
But I cannot abandon the plan
I smell on your grin the defeat dressed as wisdom
Your words have gone stale, as well
I must kill you, sir
And then I'll kill them, sir