歌词
When it should learn to speak before it melts away
It would express that each have words no one else will say
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain
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A light shines through a little hole, the hole's inside somewhere
The spiracle's obedience it is true, I swear
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain
♪
If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside
I have been floated to this thought this hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would affect that will not remain