Habitual کے بول

The way down, so clearly outlined By marks made on the way up The way that we break down, break down Taken down, just to bring it back up Try to drop this hate, all inviolate Can you bear this cross, alone, all at what cost? Given and face-down, broken and comatose Given and face-down, broken and comatose The ashes that float to the surface Burned pages, and all, that I dare, not, hope Try to drown them forever, in my wake Some kind of undertow, keeps them afloat This will set you free, no dependency A span you draw yourself, alone, and no-one else Given and face-down, broken and comatose Given and face-down, broken and comatose This will set you free, no dependency A span you draw yourself, above, and no-one else Given and face-down, broken and comatose Given and face-down, broken and comatose