歌词
Silence shading the panic room rearranged But it’s hard for me to change While I’ve been counting down my own blood supply Why do you want to paint the whole downfall in me? Count the words in red across the line of your veins Sombre thoughts crack identities The canvas in your mind begins to split and break away But the edge remains in perma-stain for me Start pulling away the tendons Take apart the action reversal Start pulling away the tendons And it’s the air, it’s cutting, young swallows, to radiate And it’s the air, it’s cutting, horizon Latching part of your itch on the art Glass between the dirt left in your fingernails But how far would you, far could you, take yourself Beyond the grips of your fears Understanding leeches under the nightshade