Tuning filters of the night
Red a color vulgar, bright
Blood old boils, sweet the bath
Turning red the narrow path
Red a color vulgar, bright
Blood old boils, sweet the bath
Turning red the narrow path
Feel the godspeed breaking your mind
Like a cry with no sound
Messed memories so hard to find
Make no sound!
Crossing borders out of sight
Slow fall fire, burning light
Snaring lines turning left
Impending disaster, choking red
Feel the godspeed breaking your mind
Like a cry with no sound
Messed memories so hard to find
Make no sound!
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