He walks in the room
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
He walks in the room
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
Fog carves a crack
Cuts open wounds
Veins made of steel feed all this cold
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
He walks in the room
Air reaches me
Skin becomes sheets covering me
Fog carves a crack
Cuts open wounds
Veins made of steel feed all this cold
Your words are heavy
But they lack so much substance
To fall is the cure for vertigo
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