الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Falling star dew drops on the rearview mirror
Disconnect from the self
Suffocating slowly in subconscious dilation
Peeling scabs with my teeth
I read the verdict in my palms
Certain futures lost in present tense
Another lump in my throat
Another fortune lost to wishing wells
My heart is a desolate peak
Life is a lonely disease
Embedding splinters in me
Life is a lonely disease
Wound tight like tourniquets
Splinters embedded in consciousness
Spiders shedding webs from their spinnerets
Sinking their fangs, this brittle husk just isn't permanent
