Paroles de A Quietly Forming Collapse

The weight upon me In the shape of buildings Crushing hope A white sky collapse The stain of a broken life unfolds Through the ashes I walk My hands soaked with blood From the burial of my heart In the depths A quiet cold Forming muted will The Sun collapse into the nether Blood on my hands forever, forever The river only brings poison The well brings nothing but tears Nothingness becomes the shadow The shadow turns into me These hands Was meant for greater things These hands My heart Clenched and leaden winged My heart Inside the sickness This coil of darkness Breathing lifeless The Sun collapse into the nether Blood on my hands forever, forever