Paroles de Roslyn

Up with your turret Aren't we just terrified? Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find Don't let it fool you Don't let it fool you...down Down's sitting round, folds in the gown Sea and the rock below Cocked to the undertow Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node Wings wouldn't help you Wings wouldn't help you...down Down fills the ground, gravity's proud You barely are blinking Wagging your face around When'd this just become a mortal home? Won't, won't, won't, won't Won't let you talk me Won't let you talk me…down Will pull it taut, nothing let out