كلمات Voluspa

I'm not alive These pills are my mind and I invite thieves inside to steal my soul They've been dancing down my throat in the form of smoke You were born to start; programmed to stop, born to fly; expected to drop Obvious to the touch, invisible to the eye; bottoms to the sky So far from safe but so close to sound So high that every step you take will miss the ground Fortunate son, didn't you know that the sky is painted on? So stop living your life around alarms Tonight we are invisible All we are is ghosts All we breathe is smoke