2 acessos
Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Solitary begins to hurt me now
The sunshine it fades away
Syllables have now disappeared
How could this happen to me
How could this happen to me
But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands
Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished period
Lips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defence
But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands