There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a sound All along, they found
Don't try to wake me up Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow Don't believe anything you say Anymore, in the morn, in the morning Bricks to this
Translation: Anberlin. Alexithymia.
Don't try to wake me up Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow Don't believe anything you say anymore In the mourn, in the morning Bricks to this
