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
hard to hide You're sick, sick as all the Secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide There's a knot of reclusion, production
Translation: Anberlin. Reclusion.
very hard to hide You're sick, sick as all the Secrets that you deny Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide There's a knot of reclusion, production
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 us
