Mantras 歌词

Constant mantras, all my questions answered Certain chances, some strange feeling answered Constant mantras, all my questions answered Certain chances, some strange feeling answered Letting go of et ceteras and the etiquette of some barriers I met a match with the calibre of a static bug, pray for mandibles A monument feeds the terrible, anatomical, all the words you keep So lose yourself in the candlewax, you’re dancing on, before it’s snatched