Where does this cycle lead? It feels, it feels like the backbeat from my night is broken It seems, like a snapshot from my thoughts was taken (Thanks to BedWetters
You just can't tell When I'm looking for more You just can't tell When you looked up for sure You're agile Time getting smaller by the second Minutes
White walls are caving in, despite the calls im blaming sin waveing lights make me loose my sight Locked door is holding on, wrecked room is waiting for
White walls are caving in, despite the calls im blaming sin waveing lights make me loose my sight Locked door is holding on, wrecked room is waiting
