Quadrament کے بول

come inside, outside myself Needle and thread, stitch me together Woven butterflies make up my wings Thoughtless thoughts are running this world You're my deep addiction and it's flowing You're a soul obsession and it's flowing So why ask, Is it flowing? Will it, is it flowing? Will it, will it flow? You make me sick when I swallow this guilt Fingertips corrode my dry skin I turn black everyday Back to white when she's away You're my deep addiction and it's flowing You're a soul obsession and it's flowing So why ask, Is it flowing? Will it, is it flowing? Will it, will it flow? Rest in peace, the feeling of demise Rest in peace... You're my deep addiction and it's flowing You're a soul obsession and it's flowing So why ask, Is it flowing? Will it, is it flowing? Will it, will it flow?