4 acessos
Yawn yawn to the detached now
See them screaming underneath
Fill your baskets up with dead fruit
And watch the poison trickle free
Always something in the way now
All the borders feel the same now
If you leave, leave what you are
My hand's a wall, I need the same
It turns a light, my gift's a threat
Watch from afar and pour your hands in deep
You'll find a claw. It says
Always something in the way
A barking dogma, some happy minute spilt on the window is what you are
I never mentioned all the things I did
It's the pain that keeps you wanting
So take over
You're the ugly truth
If you leave, leave what you are