Wrapped In Wax کے بول

The flood surrounds you Piercing eyes Nobody loves you but they want you (Right now) This is erasure As we pine Assembled in rows for your choosing (Lucky girl) Uphold their morals For a mile Horizontal fading in the distance (All the while) You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold No we aren't desperate, this is all we have to fall Inherent murder of the crows funeral You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold No we aren't desperate, this is all we have to fall Inherent murder of the crows funeral You see the wilting, bleed the writing on the wall This is a simple, lust for trusting, hand to hold No we aren't desperate, this is all we have to fall Inherent murder of the crows funeral