Sea کے بول

Terror in double, trying to know another Will I change swiftly or just get too comfortable? Harsh light, obscura By the bed and in my own arms I hold on to my double Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end If I dream then I won’t dream ‘bout here In a lonely sense of being Oh, can I make a new land Without the chaos in minds? Harsh light, obscura By the bed and in my own arms I hold on to my double Great twin, great terror I'm sick of fearing everything Great twin, great terror I always glamourise the end Dark Who and where is in my heart? Stuck and dark, stuck and dark Drilling rigour over lands Plough the fields or take my man Oh I know that feeling A fallen box stuck in the waves Do you know that feeling That we will form then fade away? I will become your blur Dark, dark, obscura Visions keep burning down Dark, dark, dark, dark I interrupt nightmare empires It has fools and forest fires Do you know that feeling That we will sink into the ground? Oh I know, that feeling That I will sink into the ground Do you know that feeling That we will sink into the ground? I will become your blur Dark, dark, obscura Visions keep burning down Dark, dark, dark, dark Can I feast on your town? Dark, dark, obscura Visions keep burning down Dark, dark, dark, dark