Paroles de Burrows

Those wolfish stomachs are too deep for me Futile thoughts aren’t enough to feed What's the worth in a smile Hiding hostile and venomous teeth? In this room the air is thinning As I tremble at the knees of your sons Dreams are a waste in the first place Most dreams are forgotten Shadowed figures This room of shattered mirrors I can't rest in here I’ve left this dream a thousand times