歌词
Sitting close, under hush of monotone
We were not able
We warned you once, it is too much
It is too
Take this cross
Somehow I'm lost without my anger
Cut this rope, I am awash
I am sunk with out this anchor
Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor
It is too much
Now I'm numb, they wanna cut me with their razors
They will cut you with their razors
We spoke soft with lifted cross i was unstable
We warned you once, it is too much
It is too
Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor
It is too much
Now I'm numb, they wanna cut me with their razors
They will cut you with their razors