Paroles de The Jenova

Shot into the stringent And stirred with shattered glass Pitched into yourself Put back together But not without scars No words for the dead Continue passing embers into the sky And hold you to To my heart For when the clots go dry One winged hornet stabbing at itself It's flickering to death Pinned at the thorax Loaded with meth And kept fully conscious Head cocks ticking Insides scrambling In reverse slow time Running racetracks It's all you can do To die on your own terms Killing all these pieces of myself And leaving them buried inside you Unsympathetic Lcl These pieces of yourself That aren't really true