Paroles de Astrid

Get with it, gotta get with it Bear with it, gotta bear with it Reach into my hungry soul Weaning on my lost desires Screening of the sharpened ghost Playing out to death's attire Steering out of darker waters Supported by some serenade A whiff of your attractive visions Deliverance of controversies Demagnetise this horror act And bite the lip of separation Desensitise this pregnant heart Slap away the feeling hand Living on borrowed oxygen Breathing is to seek out blood Planting bubbles in my veins Infiltrate the silent walls