الكلمات الأصلية
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That star used to shine
But it fell below the line
Dropped under my eyes
Thrown to the old shade
And shall never live again
In the parlour of dusk, inception of suspense
Channeling words to trouble the quiet
Surrender into the dark spread of a wing
It's visible now how our past freedom turns to dust
Approaching our departure
No solace in our call
Scattered across the skyline
No beacon to illuminate our fall
No dreaming back to everlasting light
No dreaming back to everlasting light
I arm my dead mind
With the final reason
Will sell it to the lowest bidder
My final reason
I arm my dead mind
With the final reason
Will sell it to the lowest bidder
My final reason
I arm my dead mind
With the final reason
Will sell it to the lowest bidder
My final reason
It won't matter if you get back beneath my hand
No black magic ever enough to command
Approaching our departure
No solace in our call
Scattered across the skyline
No beacon to illuminate our fall
Sedated
Turning myself in
Complicated
The more you hurt
The more I love you
Vacated
The sickness tears my skin
Terminated
The more you hurt
The more I love you
Spent
Can't undo
Nausea divine
Drifting off from life
And won't
Make it back
