Paroles de Descension

Another episode behind the tainted screen A choking victim of it's own vomit, naturally A scary horror show that starts to speak too slow And then it makes it clear that it will disappear We're always sinking, an endless circle We're always sinking, an endless circle Another heart attack So never turn your back on other sightless sights On all the endless nights It never occurred to you when always looking up That when it gets to you, nausea will resume We're always sinking, an endless circle We're always sinking, an endless circle An awful feeling, an awful feeling An awful feeling, an awful feeling Moving forward, nothing's over Static sentence; soundless, anxious No momentum, no dilemma Never stated, nothing's sacred