الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
I'm a marionette with severed strings
Gorge on my soul while I'm weak and dying
Haunted by futures I can't avoid
A shape immersed through the fog of war
Synthetic and divine
And we touched the veil and it broke our spines
Our resistance is mass-produced
And she will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand
Love revealed our failed rebellion
Our resistance is mass-produced
She will ghostwrite my obsessions
Reach out, touch me
And draw me from the sixth dimension
You have been forcing my hand
