歌词
Is it the air, the particles of destruction I suck up?
Am I a pulse that wanes and wanes?
The white sky empties of its promise
This is a disease I carry home
I wasn't ready
I thought I could deny the consequence
I wasn't ready
Is it the air, the particles of destruction I suck up?
Am I a pulse that wanes and wanes?
The white sky empties of its promise
This is a disease I carry home
I wasn't ready
I thought I could deny the consequence
I wasn't ready
I wasn't ready